Jackson

In the dream, he tells me he doesn’t need a condom because he has his book. In the dream, we’ve both read it. Condoms are a manifestation of Capitalism. A Bad Thing. Probably made by Monsanto. We don’t need them. We can use our minds to divert the sperm. In the dream I know it Read more

the hibiscus blossom closed wrapped around itself pointing north Read more

In this dream I heal the cuts his bareness has left all over me with tart, sparse, sweet, spreading lemon oil, the same soft stings with which I nurture your smooth unlacquered fret-slit rosewood fingerboard First published in Society of Women Writers WA Newsletter Read more

Last week’s rose, aslant in a carafe, is puffed and piled like a 60s hairdo, curling at the edges into frills of delicate crescents like sad little lipstick smiles. Last week’s rose is dancing on the laminex, scattering scarlet tatters, oozing louche scent. Last week’s rose is on the pull. I extend a finger, mothkiss Read more

Dream A cable strung across a room Songs pegged out to dry / Men practising music / Rockn Jaunty / Intense / Guitars Basses / Voices / I tried to join in / I tried to peg my voice to the line / But it wouldn’t hang / The drug man practised his drug music Read more

If bliss is in the small things maybe I should stop trying to live as an artist and go work in the Post Shop or at some friendly trade like answering the phone or doing the hair of old ladies Nine to five from Monday to Friday The boss would call me Jan At six Read more