Jackson

Today was going to be my Day Off. It’s a beautiful sunny day and I was going to wander out, maybe take in some art, maybe have coffee with a friend or see a movie. But I find myself thinking—worrying!—about Perth Poetry Club, the weekly community event I instigated in early 2009, inspired by Melbourne’s Read more

It’s a wintry day, but the sharp Perth light pushes its way through the clouds onto my donated desk, a yellowed pine dining table. The antique table and chairs in the corner are roped off, presumably too fragile or precious to sit at, but not sacred: powerboards, papers and stationery obscure the white lace tablecloth. Read more

I don’t like being described as a “performance poet”: that’s only half the story. Since I published a collection, people have said to me that my poems contain patterns and forms that are not discernible from my performances. And I find the idea of someone sitting down with my book and … Read more