Two Poems by Mark Jackley

IT SNOWS, THE DEAD RETURN

In the chill
blanketing
the barn
horses shiver
like rubber-
booted fathers
at the door
who softly
cursing
stamp their feet and
neigh of
green fields.

                                         
WHAT THE ANESTHESIOLOGIST SAID

Your lungs are wings. You may remember nothing, little ape,
again. Breathe. We are
flying as high as we can.

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 About the author:

Mark Jackley is the author of several chapbooks and two full-length collections, most recently Hello Hello Hello (Blurb). His work has appeared in Tampa Review, Sugar House Review, Your Impossible Voice, Crate, Body and other journals. He lives in Sterling, Virginia, US.

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