In this latest installment of pleasantly unadulterated madness that we here at Atticus Review like to call our Poetry Feature, I’m thrilled to present the work of Jackson Burgess. These poems immediately snagged my attention with their imaginative leaps and frank social commentary (often couched in gallows humor). Jackson has a unique way of slicing clean through that psychic numbness that can sometimes cloud our brains after years of reading, the result being a kind of revelatory jolt to the senses.
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