Jack Swenson’s travels have taken him to Denmark, England, France, Germany, Holland, Mexico, Norway, Sweden, and Switzerland. He also spent a week one night in Perham, Minnesota. His scribblings have appeared or are forthcoming in Boston Literary Magazine, Fiction at Work, Grey Sparrow, Pindeldyboz, and Weave.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
See more Poetry, Visual Poetry, or Postcard Prose
