Jan Carroll

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Fri. Jan. 12th, 2018

New Year's Kiss

Jan Carroll

I have a clock in my kitchen stopped / a few minutes short of midnight. Even though / it’s broken beyond hope, I keep it there by the sink / to remind me—not of the ever-impending end ...

Wed. Jul. 26th, 2017

Love on the Precipice Ode

Jan Carroll

You know the killdeer / will feign a broken wing, / that when you near and lean in / with the first-aid kit of “I am here” / tacked on your sleeve it will seem ...

Fri. Sep. 9th, 2016

Waste the Day!

Jan Carroll

Some days you need to waste, perfect temperature // and humidity in agreement with the blue sky // your mind has become, fireworks // till two in the morning long fizzled out ...

Mon. Feb. 29th, 2016

Childhood Bridge

Jan Carroll

Sometimes I still find myself in dreams / on the wobbly wooden walkway scaffolded / to the side of the old Sauk bridge, gripping / my mother’s hand. The abandon

Wed. Nov. 18th, 2015

A Lot

Jan Carroll

Lack gets latched on the inner lining of the belly —not hunger, not physically—there are government food cards for that, and the pantry is open Tuesdays and Fridays. You come away with a box of goods resulting from too few choices you’re grateful enough to stand in line an hour for, five ...

Tue. Mar. 31st, 2015

Love Note to the Eau Claire River

Jan Carroll

You’d have little song but for these interruptions, / little music if not for what you run up against / below the surface. Little character without such debris.