Jackson

On the bridge the laned cars queue like cells in a narrowed artery. Beneath all that the river: a broad mirror After rain as I walk beside the mirror I’m poor as an empty can left on an exiled mattress The path and I become more travelled       Our spaces open       Our stones loosen After rain       as the light Read more

There was a young fellow named Cheesy whose bedroom was messy and sleazy. There were orange peels, socks, dirty tissues and jocks and the smell made his mother uneasy. First published in Positive Words Read more

I drink until I pass out says the baby’s bib. With a picture of a bottle. Not a mother. First published in Writ Poetry Review Read more

I can’t walk around without making a clatter I can’t sit close to the fire I can’t give my father a soft embrace I can’t even want to I can’t help being made of wood I can’t stop my nose growing I can’t work as a marionette: I have no strings I can’t say what Read more

They told me Jehovah was a person in the sky The Lord, the Father, a big Daddy He could see into your thoughts and if your thoughts were naughty he would punish you but not today, not tomorrow, not in the afterlife, and not with karma. A few years from now at Armageddon you would Read more

it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something di had been married to gerry for 25 years scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening photographer david maurice smith was shooting this was a little surprising, david says it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something because with two little kids she had to keep going Read more