Jackson

When I was 13 I wrote a fictional letter. I played that I was married to my crush (15, dark eyes, black wavy hair, face like Clark Gable, back like Brad Pitt, and gutless me with no idea what to say). I played at him away working, and me writing, telling him our baby’s latest Read more

2 shadesail wings. 6 strut legs. 2 black-hemisphere-camera eyes. 2 horizontal antennae vibrating, transmitting, receiving. Airducts, wiring, processing equipment, waste outlet. Airlock, revolving door, escalator its mouthparts. Diluting, dissolving—sweet vomit its muzak. Read more

Tracks in a bubble chamber, particles whizzing and circling, we signal each other with a brush of the fingers We don’t see the fingers, only the words velvet-coated two-edged words all you had (more than you wanted) and it tasted like … tasted like … it tasted like rain in your mouth Like rain falling Read more

A weekend at New Norcia, a strange, Catholic place that made me a foreigner. But a spirit is there. Entropy and order sing in the walled spaces and spacious view, old buildings, new birds, disused rooms, souvenir shop, graveyard, church and bell. So I sent a question. And yesterday, the answer arrived. There is no Read more

Underblanket of the soul, the old, old soul, full of fluff and dustmites, patched and ragged, but warm Underblanket of the soul underpinning the skin underwriting the veins Security blanket with a teddy-bear head, ears well-sucked. You need a busload of faith, said Lou Reed Several truckloads, Lou, rolling into your town, rolling into my Read more

He has short, ragged dark hair, jeans, a long dark coat. He walks out of—a building, an alley, an archway in his black boots, his shaven pale face almost handsome. He is in love with someone—he is dreaming. He is young and beautiful and he speaks to me and I touch his hands. He stands Read more