A Hollow Memory

by Nicholas Jackson

Today I saw a cardinal and this reminds me of god,

& this reminds me of winter afternoons

& this reminds me of all the girls I have loved

& this reminds me of my daughter

& this reminds me of who I once was

& this reminds me of what I have not read

& this reminds me of when I had friends

& this reminds me of where I found poetry

& this reminds me of why I did not jump

& this reminds me of how I must mow the lawn

& this reminds me of a wild nights 

& this reminds me of cats sleep 18 hours a day

& this reminds me of nothing

& this reminds me of bang said the weasel.

About the Author

Nicholas Jackson works as a librarian in a public library. Coming to poetry late; his interests range from romanticism to modernism, with a bent towards the postmodern with a twist of the classical. He has studied with Maya Popa & Gabrielle Bates. His work has appeared in Coffin Bell Journal and Poet’s Choice. He is from northern New Jersey. Instagram & Twitter: @nc_exlibris