By James Croal Jackson

Anxiety is the breath
in my mouth– in a cage!
Barbed wire incisors a barrier
to nowhere. evolution
of God is the top
thaw, chewing.

James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. His latest chapbooks are Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022) and Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021). Recent poems are in Stirring, Vilas Avenue, and *82 Review. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (jamescroaljackson.com)
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