Jackson

I hate you. The stench of your lunch nauseates me. I want to break your pencils, crush your delicate models. Let me burn your dainty clothes. Let me near you! I’ll slash your glossy hair. Such fragile bones. Petite frame. I need to lift you, swing you, smash you against a wall, leave your pieces… Read more

I cried when I left you. I whimpered Quiet bright tears etching the inside of my skull I cried when I realised you wouldn’t follow. I sobbed Heavy wet tears splattering the tiles of my kitchen I cried when I discovered I could live without you. I wept Dim orange tears tinting the curtains of… Read more

Bunbury-Mandurah road smug watchful ignons, slim cyclops, nocturnal, lowercase janus: red eye, white eye, sentinels quickened by carlight, guard their edges, ignescent, torch our path: fire particles resident on white “i” posts. Read more

My guitar is silent Waiting to be touched. Body rigid on a chrome stand. Mouth open in a frozen “O”. Strap hanging limply, embroidery adorning nothing. My guitar is silent Waiting to be touched Not knowing, not asking if my touch will be soon or distant, tender or violent. First published in WordThirst Read more

Mouth full of worlds Eyes full of swords Eyes full of eyes,        full of creeping lies              and peeping ties              and paintings, injured bloody paintings Nevertheless … Read more

pale branches stretch, stretch up,        stretch the sky you are tall you are huge your tiny babies grow slowly pale branches stretch, stretch up,        stretch the sky breathe for me stand for me think for me karri tree stretch the sky,        stretch the eye Read more