* jacket

jacket, a free Internet-only literary magazine

overwhelms me

maybe I’m being really unfair

foreign

literature as a central organizing principle of life

links and hooks everywhere like velcro

favorite names Dale Smith, Creeley, many many many

many hours later

I could become unstuck

there’s a resistance there resisting the jacket the stream the river the mainstream fighting the current swimming upstream not somewhere I want to go without the armor of a harsh smile

gritted teeth and girded loins

need somewhere of more relaxed ambition like

I was we were already in paradise

and spoke with tongues like those of angels

thin and flickering

PS Has me wondering is there a limit to what an editor can absorb, even if he is Australian and official?