The poetry of James Croal Jackson

You Say the Songs I Like Are the Ones I Can’t Sing

I process major key as minor,
slink into couches to cry at any
gushy thing on television. Before
bed I write pages to process the
day in journals only I will read.
You say I’m genuine only when
drinking. Love is ambiguous yet
I try to process how to manage
a relationship while singing
lyrics wrong to songs I need
to learn to know you.


James Croal Jackson, born in Akron, is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in Columbia Journal, Rattle, Hobart, FLAPPERHOUSE, and elsewhere. He edits The Mantlefrom Columbus, Ohio. Find him at jimjakk.com and @jimjakk.

One comment

  1. My favorite line of James Croal Jackson’s poem is the final one… “I try to process how to manage a relationship while singing the lyrics wrong to songs I need to learn to know you.”

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