Jackie Simmons

Jackie boasts a few ancestors from Yorkshire, in addition to being Jackie Simmons
Emily Dickinson’s seventh cousin, five times removed (but claims that her family tree has not helped her writing along one iota).

From the time she was five years old until she was twenty-two, Jackie took barbiturates to quell a childhood seizure disorder. In the slightly hypomanic state that she found herself in once the pharmaceutical fog lifted from her brain, she began to write poetry. Her first editor, the late Robert “Sal” Salasin of RealPoetik, advised her to take a train to New York City to meet some of his friends and learn from the community of poets there. She did so, in 1995.  Jackie has been performing at open mics—along with a doing a few slams and features—ever since.

Jackie recently graduated summa cum laude from Fairfield University, where she earned a bachelor of arts degree in English with a minor in psychology. She is currently pursuing a master of arts degree in English Literature at Mercy College. Jackie is also a member of four academic honor societies, but is afraid to list them here for fear of being booted out of some of them were they to discover the racier pages that are to be found in this book.

The poetic influences for this book are far-ranging—from Allen Ginsberg to Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Seedy Underbelly of Suburbia

      

Scenes from the Seedy Underbelly of Suburbia

American poet, Jackie Simmons has lived a suburban life in Connecticut, USA; she has seen many of the things that most of us want kept firmly under the family carpet or securely locked in gran’pa’s woodshed. This collection is not for the fainthearted but nevertheless should be read by everybody before, not after, they run off the rails.

This book demands that you sit up and take notice because this could well be you, your children, your neighbour or the sweet family that lives up the road at number 32.

Scenes from the Seedy Underbelly of Suburbia is a book of sweet ascerbic poems, maybe shocking, but then most of us are past shocking, which remind us that the route to the picket fence, American dreams always seem to feature that white picket fence, or the privet hedge, passes many interesting side routes complete with rusting cars, peeling paint, and a toxic chemical plant.

Share Jackie’s journey from New York City to Fairfield Connecticut and take a look down one of those cute picturesque byways.