This image is the cover for the book Looking Down to See What’s Up

Looking Down to See What’s Up

Sticks and bones, and dislocated homes.

And parasites, and insights,

And just let me make it to the mic.


And you will see,

There is a real mystery,

To life, to love, to longevity.


The poem above was written during recess, at a chartered school where I was employed as a General Assistant. Nestled behind Brick Church Pike was Smithson Craighead Academy’s playground.

Amongst the future Gen Alphas, and Thornburgs; the poem took flight. Sometimes, the external, and internal exploits of life are exactly as they seem.

A.J. Crow

A.J. Crow grew up in the South, in a town known as the Athens of the South, born to parents who divorced before she could walk. Strong-willed and nature nurtured is the best way to describe her life. She has always been determined to live her life and not that of others. She wrote her first poem in middle school at the age of 14. She is an explorer of her world.

Austin Macauley Publishers