Lavinia Jackson

Lavinia Jackson Lavinia Jackson is an award winning poet and author of 2 books, "Poetry on Plain Sight" and "Other Side of the Moon"

07/06/2026

I celebrated my 54th , my earth side, my solar return, without party planning or a huge event. I injoyed the company of good friends, ate with family, and allowed myself the freedom to be myself.
Cutting my locs was the first step. I twisted beliefs and expectations until that weight was too heavy. It was my choice to grow them. I began this set as I finished another dream, my MFA. Now, a year post graduation, I need to feel my texture. I am comfortable with it. I prefer my hair short. Long hair has always been for other people’s envy and pleasure.
Embracing in all her hues, as my favorite color!! I love purple. I’m super fond of pink. Green, from sage to emerald, is everything to me.
Waiting or responding to rather than rushing in. Walking away from people and things that make me sick. Trusting that things will work out as planned.
Relishing my anomaly of a life. Loving how I show up and open doors. Learning to love my whole Black self.
Sankofa. Fabric arts. Fiction. A new freedom full of stories.

04/13/2026

6-12/30

6. I hear ancestors
as I put seed to soil
turn store bought dirt
into a fertile fusion
of compost and chemistry
kitchen scraps
savored by segments sliders

7.Gardens are key
holes barely raised
bed
left to layer leaves
crunching
callous
crowded
into new ecosystems

8. One bed
free from an old door
waited
prepared

Another
hadn't faded my script
from the outer walls
had left more words
to be more than decoration

That one bed
stretched beneath
acorn leaves
flanked
by seedlings
shared from mother trees

That other bed
held internet advice
and decades old wisdom
in the lasagna
of garlic
potatoes
ginger
and collards

9. One pot
wonders
turn nothin into somethin
stretch nutrition
until it tastes good
fills us
for days
on makeshift miracles

10. Hope
has roots
no matter the seed
growth
is as much about the dirt
as it is the need
Ain't no surprise
when protection
proceeds to point me
toward a railroad stake
I'd never seen

11.I wax between
the Essex County cadence
and what degrees
didn't teach
My story is small town big
and city come later
dayumed doing DEI
and daring to drive
to stop running
from the country inside
to know 2 truths don't make a lie
it just don't make it right
or wrong

12. My life
came with great expectations
crafted in quilts and kitchen's
at least 6 generations
I plant
listening for the wind
frustrated
frugality
fears needing to depend
while taking up
less and less space
pouring into community
from a less than full
place

The process ain't easy
It's tried and true
Grow something
and see
what it will do
for you.

4/30Imagine missing the lesson Looking for timeYou stretched out 3 yearsInto legitimacy A marriage to dissolve Into ...
04/06/2026

4/30

Imagine missing the lesson
Looking for time
You stretched out 3 years
Into legitimacy
A marriage to dissolve
Into a child’s last name
A degree heavy with
Student loans
Earned in familiar hostility
Soaked in the desperate sweat
Of worthiness
Work study
And domestic violence

Imagine begging for the blessing
Inequity set you up for
And it still lied
Told you your service
Leveled your inexperience
Convinced you rank
Made wrong right
Right after
Roopies wrote me
A life changing recipe

Imagine promising your past
Wouldn’t spit
Angry sepsis
And tasting it
Like my mother made it
Burning
Exasperation
Carrying
A curse

Imagine never seeing yourself
In the mirror
Just a carbon copy
Of a stranger’s story
I was too young to understand
With missing pages
That need decades
To decipher

Imagine moving in the ironic paradox
Of pitiful grace
Configurations of
Owed exceptionalism
Wrapped in white proximity
Pretending representing
Is as real as the rift
I raid

04/04/2026



Open windows
Allow birds to be
Alarms
Before the blare

I listen for who I used to be
On the second floor
Under the pecan tree

I hear the families
Welcome me to
Their pines
Their pear

Trusting me
With their prepared places

04/02/2026



Strands of discards
Banana leaves
Pelted Bison
Sheared wool
Gain new life
Where imagination
Meets necessity
Where time is measured
In line thickness
Where cover carries
The stories

Fast fashion
Tried outsourcing
Originality
Until landfills
Became island embargoes
That don’t matter
Not created
Not destroyed
Not consumed

Do I wear my discontent
In my upcycled adventures?
Do I indulge in an exchange
Laden with dopamine?
Do I treasure the pieces
I can easily source?
Do I throw myself away
To make room?

04/02/2026



I pretend preference
Hasn’t painted my palate
Like porous plastic
Heated for elasticity
Cooling and culling
My compliance

I pretend acceptance
Doesn’t anchor my aches
Like an avid avoidant
Running on treadmills
Training and complaining
My care

I pretend performance
Pays when my life won’t participate
Putting myself past my own purview
Selling dreams drenched
In dried up directions
Sniffling and snotty
My presence.

11/11/2025

Happy to all us, from the 5 branches, who serve and served. Go get your .

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