CHRISSIE MORRIS BRADY - FOR JACKSON C. FRANK

Chrissie now lives on the south coast of England with her daughter. She gained her degrees In Psychology at USC , Southern California. She is widely travelled and has lived in three countries.
She has been published by Ariel Chart, Anti-Heroin Chic, Mad Swirl, Plum Tree Books, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Review, Democracy Now, and other poetry publishers. Her poetry has appeared in several anthlofies.

​For Jackson C. Frank

​In 65 you took the boat to England and hit it sweet
wiith your Martin guitar and beautiful voice


You won the hearts of London's folk scene
yet you were too shy, full of pain


Physical and mental scars so long your companions
never let you go. Blues ran the game.


You had compensation money, a Martin guitar
fast cars to thrill your pals, a girl on your arm


But confidence was not given you.
A shaming shyness kept you from fame.


Shadow over you. Blues ran the game.
Mental illness haunted you, kids threw the stones,


you did the drink and the drugs, beautiful voice,
you were the crazy guy in your town


Traveling in your head, England maybe Spain.
Then fire got you once again. Blues ran the game