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Richard Jackson

When do you realize the selves you left behind
have gone on without you, living the many
lives you now begin to resemble?

—  Richard Jackson, from “The Trail,” Retrievals (C & R Press, 2014)

Excerpt

Richard Jackson

If I don’t hear from you, each of these words will be a cave
lined with your handprints, the water beneath the bridge trembles
some memory from the other side. 15 more words

Excerpt

I Hit The Jackpot Today. . .

Four new picture books and one juvenile nonfiction book were waiting for me when I arrived at work.  I’m about to read all of them and tell you what I think. 432 more words

Picture Book

Richard Jackson

If I Can’t Love You  

If I can’t love you, then I want to live on some blind sea,
Wherever the freighters squint along the horizon, 336 more words

Poetry

Richard Jackson

After all this love, after the birds rip like scissors
through the morning sky, after we leave, when the empty
bed appears like a collapsed galaxy, or the wake of… 63 more words

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Strawberry Sunday

Weather, we talk about it so much in this country. It’s like a member of the family, some days we adore it and other days we’re almost ashamed of it. 552 more words

Garden

A Letter from the Bishop of Lewes, Richard Jackson

REMEMBRANCE – dying – that others may live in freedom

One of my churchwardens in my last parish produced an exhibition, borne of many hours of research, on the lives of the men on the Roll of Honour.  312 more words

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