Jackson

My baby     He was shrinking away from me I set him on his feet but he could no longer stand He was growing smaller I set him on his feet but he could no longer stand He curled up at the foot of a door My baby     Shrinking away from me I set him on his feet Read more

But then I dreamed the same back all covered in skin tags and that was pretty challenging but I think it was my body and him sleeping on it fronting the world maybe just wanting to I don’t know the dream is the image in an upstairs rank of some helpline was it my happiness? Read more

Let me tell you this. You don’t know him. You imagine him in a place of dreams, a place with not walls but a broad plain on all sides of him, a spread of sand, thin grass, dry shed skins to warn off all who approach the line he’s drawn around his balls. You imagine Read more

From the roof of the flats on East Street I can see the ships in the harbour and on the sea lined up, coming and going and waiting. All night from my futon lying on the nylon carpet in the ground floor flat on East Street I can hear the cranes unloading the stuff from Read more

25 August 2012 There was almost a fight at Perth Poetry Club today but it wasn’t cool it wasn’t funny Some poor kid He’s at least 50 probably older but he doesn’t get it He calls me a stupid bitch a lesbian Not for the first time I wish I was Later Chris reads Steve’s Read more

Your faded black trousers look like charred treetrunks. Your eyes are like shy leaves. Above them floats your white hair, like a vague afternoon moon. I put my hand on yours: rough bark. You breathe slowly: wind in dry branches. You say something: a crow or a saw. You’re a still man in a stirred-up Read more