boy, the debut poetry collection by Donny Jackson—veteran poet, clinical psychologist, and Emmy Award-winning documentary television producer—is an awakening on an ocean floor of othering, be it color or gender or place, and rise from personae, to unflinching eyewitness, to a devastatingly personal emergence in a cultural tsunami, the swimmer gasping for air.
Each word - no, each syllable - in a Donny Jackson poem holds water. In this water is the blueprint for all life. Each of these poems is an ocean. This book is a flood.
These poems will not coddle you. They will not help you sleep; they will keep you awake, navigating the seas of what it is to be human right now. They will have you charting a new course for once the waters have receded. And good. As it should be.
Inspired by the headlines of black men (and women) killed too soon, Jackson focuses on the people behind the headlines. He has no interest in slogans, he wants to communicate humanity, the humanity of those lost and those left behind. These poems are so powerful I could only read a couple at a time.