Gaia BH1
By James Croal Jackson

 

The closest black hole
to Earth is a walk
sixteen blocks up
our cosmic street,

 

discovered through
the slightly strange
motion of a star.

 

Pay attention:
you wish upon
a wobble and
out comes
a wolf.

 

 

Pail

I waste the day–
another
in the heap
atop the years
before it.

 

October sun
through the blue
room’s window

 

a fly trap
catching what has died
in this temporary
burst

.

 

James Croal Jackson from U.S. is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. His latest chapbooks are A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023) and Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022). Recent poems are in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Little Patuxent Review, and The Round. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.