Jeremy Nathan Marks

You can take my water

IhaveamotherafatherIhavealakebymyhomewithadogItaketothatlake Ihaveasistera brother and a bird that visits me each morning as we go to my lake at daybreak

The lake is a pool in my heart my heart an island in that lake I visit my heart in water I swim its beating waters You can evaporate my water but can’t extinguish my heart You might clench what is beating but you can’t grasp my springs.


Time pieces

Things seen and overheard:

At a sporting event somewhere in the D.C. metropolitan area:

“If a jury acquitted a cop of beating one of us there wouldn’t be any riot.” 1993:

A thirteen-year-old kid
at a religious youth event in Montgomery County, Maryland:

“They all have names like Shaniqua and Towanda.
Darnell, Sharell, and Mwaka. Names that aren’t even real.”


In a house in Richmond
on a youth getaway weekend:

“Oh yeah. She’s got a jigaboo boyfriend. Nappy hair and bubble lips.”

A few days after Katrina, at a Labor Day Weekend picnic in a backyard of suburban Hartford:

“Did you see those jigaboos looting their own grocery stores?” 2015:

And these remarks taken from the comments section of a YouTube video found at random:

“Hitler was right. The Blacks have nobody equal to Shakespeare.”

About the contributor

Jeremy Nathan Marks lives in London, Ontario. Recent poetry, prose, and photography appear/are appearing in Chiron Review, Ottawa Arts Review, Rat’s Ass, Muddy River, On the Seawall, Mobius, Dissident Voice, New Verse News, Literary Orphans, Red Fez, 365 Tomorrows, Unlikely Stories, Apricity, and Barren Magazine.

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