Jackson

When we need him we siphon him out of the software, out of the layers, out of the hyper-reality and into the inter-reality of our mouths (hands, eyes) and release him. When we release him we let him out of his box, out of his house, out of his walled garden and into the buffeting Read more

spam u with it spray u with it under the stained sky in the filthy rain I stand and watch myself spam u with it on the bruised horizon u stand on the sunset line I fly staining the sky with my filthy rain aiming at your eye with my germy spit and shit but Read more

tree breaks at base, falls as one on earth. Drum shakes floor and heartbeat tree lies alone without music bird whispers tomorrow his birthday new trees grow in the fallen tree’s arms tomorrow he sings in a new tree’s arms happy bird day Displayed in WA Spring Poetry Festival PoetTrees 2005 Read more

Either way, let it be quick and let it be gentle. And let there be someone to touch and someone to listen. In every timezone birthing, unbirthing. At every moment prayer, for you, etching silent thought or wailing, or speaking quietly or strongly or chanting, or being written or being read on emails, blogs and Read more

Here is my labyrinth mind: invade it with your memes My framework hands: wire them to your dreams My blank memory: load it with your sin My acrylic skin: crack it with your convoluted pain My desert eyes: wash them with your rain My blood: to melt in light Smacked face: track to grace Soul: Read more

Saying in our boxes, your small and private name In our houses. We light a candle, shed a tear, be silent. In our places. All we can do. We wish through the walls and the wires for medicine to help you for mother’s soft palms to arm you with magic for family to shield you Read more