Jackson

Please wait to be seated. You will be shown to good seats but you will have to surrender. Stand there and wait. You may be given a public place, in the centre of the faces and voices, or a private booth: a watching space, a listening hush. You will be ushered by good-looking attendants but Read more

Rumi says our souls ascend through nine levels 1. Crouched on the floor, cold. We look up     and see the brand-new stars. 2. The air bubbles with starlight.     Spring up! Shout! Laugh! 3. Chantcrowd surroundcloud raincloud. Spring up!     Weep for one day. Forget. 4. Feet still chained by cables, cords and cash, Read more

Neil Young is crying out of him He’s 16 and I say to his mother —That son of yours. He makes me wish I was 15 again. She doesn’t understand. But there’s a smart and sexy girl who does. She lives with his guitar playing until she’s no longer a girl. Then she just leaves. Read more

One stunning orb. Best I’ve ever seen. Not symmetrical, not centred, not perfect: no giant hand made it, no tiny mind designed it. Shimmering elliptical target. Soundless nameless strands. Hidden spider not proud, just spider. Resting, worknight over, wanting not praise, but flies. First published in The Recessive Type Read more

I love I with the ice-chip eye I love. The flame licks and licks in its box, panting on the hard metalmix walls, ranting, wanting to light the sky Feed it, oxygenate it, fanfanfan it, shout at it. Put books on it, you’re going to have to! Bigger, faster, hot hot hotter! The metalmix melts! Read more

got here at last to the light between sent sparkling dancing into my gathering tears leave it I say leave it let it grow wind? not between these walls as I look into the leaves with the spirits of all who have preceded me here going gently and beautifully crazy everyone else dances past on Read more