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

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

Poems

Creative commons poetry (except where otherwise indicated): poems written by Jackson

  • My father alone

    His house always smells / of cooked eggs and fish, / except once a fortnight when the cleaner’s been / His wineglass has made a permanent pink ring / on the table by the sofa where he sits / and a purple vein stain on his nose … Read more

  • The patterns

    The patterns

    … Imagine sunlight. // I think of rain, its soft fingers / on my hot shoulder … of drawing / the river close … Read more

  • A portion of earth

    Birds give it / to the forest floor / Cows let it fertilise next year’s grass … Read more

  • the wave

    now nearly eighty / no longer blond … Read more

  • The past simple

    Gillian has died, said my father’s voice in my ear. // That can’t be right. If she’s dead—gone—not here— / there is no Gillian, so how can she have died? Gillian / died. I’ll use the past simple. It’s simple. / She was here. Now she’s not. But who / died? … Read more

  • In the dark sky reserve

    Longing for stars, I woke / at the poets’ hour. I sat up, / parted the drapes. A light / shone down on the empty street. / Another … Read more