Jackson

24 May 2009 The magpie with his sleek black wings and soft white back hops onto the chair under the window, listens to me rehearsing. I look him in the eye and declaim at him. When I finish the poem he hops up onto the windowsill, a bold question. “Hey! What are you doing? You… Read more

FLY FREE Beautiful Bird FLY FREE Though it hurts to watch you Though my face aches for your feathers against my jaw and my ribs ache to be pierced again by your claws FLY FREE Stretch your golden wings in the wind Hunt in the city, the country, the sea FLY FREE while you can… Read more

Status: Felt it all over. Uh. I hadn’t it at the 3am party Arrive later on with no identifying Just a dark [Perth] greeting I wrote on a Status: Spare couch Status: Pack tissues Arrive later on with no Hopefully does after doesn’t because really that’s Because wouldn’t it be nice to send long writerly… Read more