Category: Jack Collom

Surrounded by bone, surrounded by cells, by rings, by rings of hell, by hair, surrounded by air-is-a-thing, surrounded by silhouette, by honey-wet bees, yet by…

February BY JACK COLLOM It is all kind of lovely that I know what I attend here now the maturity of snow has settled around…

little report of the day BY JACK COLLOM 9:13 p.m., Lucky Bock in hand, I inscribe: walked the lovely 33 blocks to school today, streets…

Bald Eagle Count BY JACK COLLOM (for the Barteks) up at 7, dress & cook an egg black with pan soot, eat with hot bread…

Arguing with Something Plato Said BY JACK COLLOM (for Phil Garrison and Peter Lamborn Wilson) As ashes are the shadow of smoke, panic is the…

Sonnet for Alice N. BY JACK COLLOM Why & what is sweetness all alone? Either that or it becomes, alas, fleeting, Which actually helps, because…