Jackson

Driving between Pinjarra and Dwellingup, between / wire-fenced paddocks, stubble, wan dead logs, / I thought, what am I doing here? What am / I doing here? Then I thought, // blasting along at twenty-five metres per second, / raising no visible dust where I touch the / tarmac … Read more

… She carried the box to my car / and got in the front to drive me home / It was part of the service / I screamed at her Kate! (her name / was Kate, like my yoga teacher) / Get out of my car! … Read more

I tend to lean my death forward instead of supporting my fate in alignment spine pegs and gravity working together as they should. Late carding this torch: went for a court, did some ghost checks on various messes and brains, came back and had a cloud. Dreamt badly after too much croft and vagabonds, bad… Read more

A slack-jawed shifting spanner / A yellow tape measure / that pulls out stiffly / and won’t retract // A small white pill/ A fishing knife, stain-blotched wood,/ line of triangular fangs/ A piece of heavy wire bent into a hook // The key to a long-lost lock … Read more

At dinnertime they make / their first mistake: / a chicken salad. // What would Buddha do? / The Welcome Pack says “kia ora” / and “Please be kind to the staff” … Read more