Jim Daniels
Jim Daniels’s latest book of poems is Gun/Shy. He lives in a condominium in an old church in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and teaches at Alma College.
— From July 2022At Sixty-Five
This morning I fell back / into deep snow / and dug myself into a snow angel. / Yeah. I didn’t tell anyone. I mean, / c’mon, right?
July 2022Eternal Moment Of Running Wicked Fast
We run so fast these letters should be slanted, fastest at dusk when our breaths burn hot coals, sweat soaking our T-shirts, sneakers slapping pavement
February 2017Heat Of Departure
Ninety degrees of thick, rude heat — a summer guest / we can’t get rid of — hovering over our city, / our brick house. Yet our son, who’s leaving home / tomorrow, we wish would stay.
June 2013Last Night I Drove My Son Home
from his friend’s house, where they were filming / a movie starring my son in a love triangle. / My son, fifteen, has never been in a love right angle, / or even a love straight line, as far as I know.
November 2011