Jackson

(Written during the 2007 Australian election campaign.) So we fall for the alpha male like every other chick But who is the alpha male? The one with the sexiest hair? No. The one with the biggest corporation? No. The one with the most friends? No. The one with the cleverest ideas? No. It’s the one… Read more

     2007 George Bush is not the problem. John Howard is not the problem. Rupert Murdoch is not the problem. I am. I am the problem. The strange wars and strange weather. The sweatshops. The continuation of hurt and hate, disregard, disharmony. I am the reason. I ask, who can save the world? You know. The… Read more

I am a woman and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and scars on her belly and I speak with the voice of a mother I said, a mother twice split once by a scalpel once by the… Read more

This is for you Melbourne and all your men so sexy and so lonely I’d like to kiss your mouth for long discovering minutes and lean heavy against you and feel you getting ready In my dream we had fences to cross, dry country wires and your sisters wanted to carry you but I made… Read more

(Poetry at The Drunken Poet bar, Melbourne, 16 August 2007) Where are you? In the very wood of this building, but your cries have deserted me, leaving only shivers and drunken smiles. The Guinness is good in here. Andy White plays guitar and reads, County Down, Belfast, Dublin, namedrops Joyce and Beckett and Wilde and… Read more

You’d look good in anything, you shaped like that: the isosceles triangles of your back, your nose, each of your buttocks Ramparts, towers, battlements, network. Can’t read all that. Pick out the points where someone you recognise might be at the window Prayer-bowl whing-whirr, hot in a girl’s hands A sound cold as lemon, cold… Read more