Jackie McClure
Jackie McClure writes poetry and fiction aiming to illuminate commonplace…
A cockle hinge,
a two-faced rock,
speckled stones,
bisected mussel shells
shadowing the sky,
sand-sculpted shell pieces
so sea-softened
they might have been bisque.
One,
I swear,
in the shape of a wing.
One,
a set of lungs -reminding me
of the miracle of breathing.
One,
a spoon, then there was
One,
a bowl.
One
cupping the sand
as if to sip.
a two-faced rock,
speckled stones,
bisected mussel shells
shadowing the sky,
sand-sculpted shell pieces
so sea-softened
they might have been bisque.
One,
I swear,
in the shape of a wing.
One,
a set of lungs -reminding me
of the miracle of breathing.
One,
a spoon, then there was
One,
a bowl.
One
cupping the sand
as if to sip.
I raised my lips to it
at the dinner table of the gulls.
at the dinner table of the gulls.
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Jackie McClure
Jackie McClure writes poetry and fiction aiming to illuminate commonplace segments of our shared landscapes. Her poetry can be found in a variety of literary journals and anthologies, including Humana Obscura, Penumbra, The Nature Of Our Times, Split Rock Review, Locust Shells Journal, Mocking Heart Review, Sage Journal from Yale School of the Environment and she publishes new work regularly on Substack at Pouring Word Tea. She holds an M.F.A. in writing from Goddard College and retired from a career working with interdisciplinary programs in higher education. She lives in the Cascadia bioregion in the northwest corner of Washington State.






