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