My Will Poem

Our history is strewn with
brothers killing brothers
over kingdoms
great and small.

Kings and widowed queens
wished they were family still
when they became a will.

Once a person brave and strong
could swing a sword, but still
they became a will.

With judgement strong
they took a pen and
loved you more than them
or left you out in a whim,
when they became a will.

It’s best to die a penny shy
in a home for the poor
than to judge your family
on the way out the door,
for then the rose
left beside the stone
is for you, and you alone.

…..david michael jackson

Her Gift | Poem by Allison Grayhurst

She opens up the cupboard door
and smiles the beautiful smile.
She moves across the hardwood floors,
focused as a hawk.
There is something in her I cannot touch,
that has lived long beyond her short ten months.
She claps her hands and passes the ball. She waves
goodbye and washes the stains from my heart.
She is calm as a resting lion cub,
sure of her place beneath the sun. She is
a good friend, marked by her own brand of humour
with a love so bright it strips anew
even the roots of my belonging.

Her Gift by Allison Grayhurst
Allison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems have been nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, and she has more than 1000 poems published in over 410 international literary magazines, journals and anthologies in Canada, United States, England, India, Ireland, China, Scotland, Wales, Austria, Romania, New Zealand, Bangladesh, Colombia and Australia. …..

How We Treat Mental Illness

The shooter in Charleston will probably not be hearing voices. Some of the shooters, or so few of them, Charsleston, McVey, Manson fit the Paranoid Schizophrenic pattern of loss of reason, voices in the wall. The mental illness they may suffer is often undetectable. We are told that these incidences are done by lone “crazies” and that it’s not the guns fault. By blaming the “crazies” we demonize those individuals who did not deserve their fate, aren’t possessed by demons, thank you! Most of them suffer more than we could ever imagine, their illness easily apparent to everyone around them. Some get medications, meds you wouldn’t want to take. Meds that make them twitch and look strange to others. If they take those meds, it is with courage, absolute courage.

USA Collage

usa collage
USA collage by David Michael Jackson

Artist Statement:
Recycled art
1. Painted a large painting during Gulf War 1, 36″ x 24″
2. Somewhere during Gulf War 2 it gets big hole in the middle of it.
2. So I cut pieces out of it and glued them onto a panel 16″ x 20″
3. One more Gulf War and we can get this painting down to 8″ x 11″

Make it go out of date.

A Rest Poem

To rest after work

after sorrow

after elections and bar fights

to rest to rest

to let the world go on without you

as it will

as it does

the wind is no metaphor

the worker, the islands of fame

rest.