Issue 3:2 | Poetry | Mark Jackley

Two Poems by Mark Jackley

As in a Painting by Thomas Hart Benton
Bare in winter, the tree prays
and makes love to the sun. It screams,
in fact, for centuries, not knowing hunger from worship.


What The Home Inspector Won't Find
First, the ghost of the seller's wife,
who recently died in her forties.
Second, the sadness festering,
mold after rain.
Third, and most vexing,
the flaw in the master plan
of a habitation wired for,
crackling with, pain.