Jackson

The pale-barked gumtree is blossoming. Again it proposes its colours regardless of the state of— Oh to be roots, trunk, limbs! Diffuse autopoiesis, decentred process, no call for violence Years and years of flowers held out in my hands First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more

I looked up, and there was the sea First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more

If we had hovercars, we wouldn’t need asphalt. We could have grass! Flowers, shrubs, reedy lakes! The whole city would be cooler. It would rain more. We could have fountains for roundabouts, trees for traffic lights, if First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more

On a pale green wall in electric sunlight three china ducks fly up and away For perspective the leader has been made small, the last in line made large They work their brown wings, orange feet tucked, blue faces stretched out on white-ringed necks Though they fly all day and half the night they stay… Read more