Jackson

I’m just a mountain dweller, sleepy by nature, who has returned his footsteps to the steep slopes and sits here in the empty hills catching lice and smashing them. ——Bashō Bashō, sickening to death, lousy, worn out from walking the country and sleeping in flea-ridden dorms, Bashō, weary of society, weary of dealing with people, Read more

The other day I had to call Vodafone and talk to a human He said his name was Royston He spoke clearly and carefully His English was very good Even though I’m a native hearer I understood every word He took in what I said and didn’t interrupt He was helpful courteous friendly but not Read more

There goes my shadow The one I may not be The homeless The rentless Fixed at no address Owing nothing to anyone Not mattering to anyone Some days it’s freedom Others misery It depends on the weather of the city and the body      Go away, shadow.      I don’t need your songs. There sits my shadow Read more

he left me      a little pale pink      unfledged thing its wings      are still stubs First published in foam:e, March 2016 Read more

… see yourself / approaching from / the distance | emerged from the mathematics of matrices | if all goes well you will be like the field || the “vacuum” would be like a deep calm sea | the simplest terms / your overwhelming Yes | relative to which all energies are defined … Read more

Dwellingup, Western Australia Foresters (said the sign) choose trees      for particular purposes. A perfect tree, tall, straight,      is taken for construction. The handrails of the treetop      viewing platform. Its planks.      Its high, deep-planted poles. The new stumps      of an old cottage. Its rough rafters.      Its window-frames, weatherboards. So a twisted tree is allowed      to grow, Read more