Jackson

What has been lost … The idea that you might throw a teabag / The idea that your teabag might stick // The photocopier room / The change machine / The papery rustle of the Science Citation Index / The sense that, somehow, everything was here … Read more

i this / thing / itchy with text // Your voice is an underground stream / hiding small eyeless creatures / Touching you is breaking something // again we / pass / masked / in black / filmed / skinvisible / the huge unsaid / suspended / wired // again we / pass / filmed… Read more

How does it feel, balancing on crammed / paws, coated / in killed fibres, lurching on two / long stilts, / your boulder head trying to fly? // How does it feel, sleeping in nests / so enormous and uncamouflaged, / so closed, inert and thick that they block / the smell of the Earth,… Read more

… Humans kept him in a one-metre cage where he lived for two autumns, two springs. / Humans brought him edible pellets and shredded documents. … He made a warm familiar ratsmelling nest. / He stored some food for the winter. / He was a universe. / On the seventh day humans threw out everything… Read more