Omnipotence by James Croal Jackson

Your laugh could knock civilization out

but you are too modest.


I spent time at the cafeteria alone

at school. Red trays quivered.


On film sets I can’t look up.

How tight is the lighting rig?


When I apply that logic

to our place in the universe–


it’s too cold a stone to live alone.

When your soundwaves reach me,


in my solace, from the moon

or Mars or Mars, Pennsylvania,


I want my life to begin again

and I want you there


the whole time.
Photo by Fernando Serna Du00e1vila on

About the Poet:

James Croal Jackson works in film production. His most recent chapbooks are Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022) and Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021). Recent poems are in Stirring, SAND, and Vilas Avenue. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (


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