In Order of Appearance


All poetry, unless otherwise noted, is the original work of Jack B. Neary.


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of the mother

Isn’t that the duty
of the mother,

to fill you
with her own life,

enough to get you
from her world to the next,

the first faint thump
not the only time

you’ll impersonate her.

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Found in a book



Each time we pick up a book, we’re seeking kinship. Maybe seeking is the wrong word — it’s more like the hands-off guidance a parent gives, the kind where we learn a lesson, but don’t realize our parents gave us all the tools to solve the puzzle and then let us do it on our own. From a young…

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they make waves

i heard
we descend
from mermaids
with fish allergies,
no longer bi-curious
as they make waves
in kiddie pools
feasting on land animals
that might speak
were they alive
to protest
such unnatural demise.

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Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Khalil Gibran, Poems
(via quoted-books)

in the lines

Latent in the lines
of your hands, all that you clutch
falls through your fingers.

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eating seems

Once you’ve had that taste
(the bite that resists
slightly before relenting

the sound of its crunch
long gone by the time
juice runs down your chin)

and once it’s gone,
nothing remaining
but a pale stain on one cheek,

eating seems a chore.

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When you’re a young writer, you just want someone to look at you and say, She’s a poet. It feels like being called a mermaid or a griffin or something.

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alone in May

It was a day for loving,
where the sun apologized
for not leaving a note

and you know you’ll take it back
because you can absolve
someone for leaving in December,

but being alone in May
is preposterous.

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When will the birds stop singing?

The land has been sold.
Trees chopped.

An Asian Pear cut down at the knees
in the name of a patio.

When will the birds stop singing
unable to carry on without the tongues
of their mother?

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Do you know why the moon can’t come out tonight?

It’s 3am,
do you know where
your sleeping pills are?

Do you know
why the moon can’t come
out tonight?

If it were up to me,
I’d’ve had a newer, brighter moon
in the sky ages ago.

Complacency grows like barnacles
where the tide doesn’t look,
but still expects to see.

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