Jackson

25 August 2012 There was almost a fight at Perth Poetry Club today but it wasn’t cool it wasn’t funny Some poor kid He’s at least 50 probably older but he doesn’t get it He calls me a stupid bitch a lesbian Not for the first time I wish I was Later Chris reads Steve’s Read more

Your faded black trousers look like charred treetrunks. Your eyes are like shy leaves. Above them floats your white hair, like a vague afternoon moon. I put my hand on yours: rough bark. You breathe slowly: wind in dry branches. You say something: a crow or a saw. You’re a still man in a stirred-up Read more