| A Small White House By Mark Jackley |
May I, when I walk
out the door for good
know the peace of cool
walls and concrete basement
floor, of empty rooms
silent as a corner
spider weaving something
fine and silver, pulsing
in the slightest breeze,
a breath that comes and goes
through these darkened halls,
God knows why.
out the door for good
know the peace of cool
walls and concrete basement
floor, of empty rooms
silent as a corner
spider weaving something
fine and silver, pulsing
in the slightest breeze,
a breath that comes and goes
through these darkened halls,
God knows why.
| Contributor's Bio |
Mark Jackley is the author of two chapbooks, with a third, "Cracks and Slats," forthcoming from
Amsterdam Press. He lives in the Washington, DC, area and his poems have appeared in numerous journals.
Amsterdam Press. He lives in the Washington, DC, area and his poems have appeared in numerous journals.
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| The Honey Land Review Fall 2008 Volume 1, Issue 1 |
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