Jackson

after a night with a clear dream the fluorescent tube fails handshake   thankyou orange glow there, blue-white flashes here the eyes so clear no sudden light goodbye the dim stretch too much space Read more

With a series of txts we I take wine We share a plate of The light dim, the candle talk   poetry   anarchy & how not to & how bad my & how clumsy & how we hate mornings We move outside so he take our I   up I stare at   try to look because of his & staring to… Read more

If my tears soak the dirt of this barren place will it grow a sheltering tree? Or an ornate streetlamp and a tram-stop and a corner cafe and a friend? Read more

so men find a lover men who write poems of joy have found a lover men who at 64 write poems of exaltation at the wonder of the universe have found a lover whereas women who at 64 write poems of quiet splendour have found themselves have rejected male company in favour of books have… Read more