Three Poems

By Kevin Qweaver Jackson

Distanced life

To feel small again
with the toes
with the sheep
with the heather-combed hills
with the wanton skies
and the earth
and the passing earth
bearing the weight
of all those tomorrows.

Behind the mask

Today turns on itself
as yesterday did
the rain keeps vigil
with the slate clock’s tick-tock
and I play the ghost
slipped between.

Did you say hope?

Night takes its step down
another day
to die away
upon the skin
tomorrow it will have forgotten
it was anything else.

Sometimes yet we are rapture
sweatbodied starbodied
sprung infinite
like some mountain torrent
crackling down
everywhere and nowhere.

What matters most is hardest to say
stark night has come will we birth a better day?

Kevin Qweaver Jackson, LGBTQ+ creative, based near Nottingham, writes poetry that dares us to care. His second book Loves Burn was published by Big White Shed in January 2020. He performs widely. He blogs at

I believe poetry and the arts generally are a powerful means to connect and support one another through these difficult times.

My writing, more than ever, is a crucial space to gain perspective and let all the different emotions safely through.

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Poetry and Covid-19 ARCHIVE (This website archives the over 1000 poems submitted by over 600 poets, and viewed by over 100,000 from over 125 countries during the Covid-19 pandemic, June 2020-June 2021). Thank you to all who took part in the Poetry and Covid project.

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