So complicated the wiring which makes a memory. I remember believing wind was bird wings flapping over head and branches lined our palms to lead us where we need to be. I am older now and less clear on how I came to view this world– the roots of my beliefs the sky or water?
James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. His latest chapbooks are Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022) and Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021). Recent poems are in Stirring, Vilas Avenue, and *82 Review. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (jamescroaljackson.com)
