Tag Archives: Jack White

Oil and Wine

Sunrise splinters from the willow tree.

October’s breath slept on your chest

before she woke and wound around me.

The grass fogs and forgets your tracks;

any records, scratches, or cracks

to stumble and fall for.

Thumb wiped on my shirt,

I point toward what hurts;

press and pry to come up.

You put me to bed and I shake.

Sunrise splinters and you

tell me I shake.

Jack White is a junior at SUNY Brockport studying English. He is from the small town of North Bangor, New York. He spends his time listening to music (specifically hip hop) and sleeping. When he is not doing either of those, you can most likely find him hyperventilating over the current state of the country, and using his Gandy Dancer bio to encourage people to go out and vote in every election they can.

Northern Gold

Call me dirt and gravel. Sunken

dew tickling a cracked bench.

Exhale my name into a cold

that drizzles and steams

against a morning’s unbending warmth,

brisk stone steps or the breeze that skims them.

Watch me through the dust of a cabin air,

tapping on a locked window and weeping into oak.

As I was in the morning,

I will be in the night.

Jack White is a junior at SUNY Brockport studying English. He is from the small town of North Bangor, New York. He spends his time listening to music (specifically hip hop) and sleeping. When he is not doing either of those, you can most likely find him hyperventilating over the current state of the country, and using his Gandy Dancer bio to encourage people to go out and vote in every election they can.