This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • reflective

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    The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      that came in when your windows were open      that got in your hair      that you put out      into the violent February weather      thinking that its proper domain      thinking yourself not able to provide for it      that came in again      that you put out again The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      with… Read more

  • another

    Waking on his narrow temporary bed, surprised without his face, he looks at me with unshuttered tenderness. I make us breakfast and we each continue with our work. Soon he shall be out there somewhere chasing some fresh and pretty girl He shall nuzzle into her, mouth and mind Outgrow her, chase another Or be… Read more

  • or teleport

    wanna be outta this chip- board decons- truction, this ar- id plane of rep- eated monoch- rome tags, rust, car- casses, wreck- age, raz- or sedges, death- wish trees, com- pacted, shallow, ac- id dirt, shat- tered stones, bone- dry names wanna pack up my collected and selected seeds, and those that have arrived in… Read more

  • breath

    brush with that nightskin this dayskin. tangential coatmerge. totem furs. chimpgirl. panther. chill chubby sunmemory, thinlimbed mist. faintly known. vibrational. space-hung. zone. locus. taint inspiration, carnal miasma. turning. pacing. turning. pacing. focus. flash flood of star-mangled breath just outside the scent markers of the gang boss just outside the territory of the tribe as they… Read more

  • Album review: Sage Francis “Li(f)e”

    (Released 2010 on Francis’s label Strange Famous Records.) I don’t have a ready genre slot in which to shove this, but there’s a Bill Hicks quote in the liner notes, so I had a good listen: Hicks knew what was missing, and he would’ve loved this. Spoken to souled grooves, following its own muse; say… Read more

  • The magpie

    24 May 2009 The magpie with his sleek black wings and soft white back hops onto the chair under the window, listens to me rehearsing. I look him in the eye and declaim at him. When I finish the poem he hops up onto the windowsill, a bold question. “Hey! What are you doing? You… Read more