Jackson

he left me      a little pale pink      unfledged thing its wings      are still stubs First published in foam:e, March 2016 Read more

… see yourself / approaching from / the distance | emerged from the mathematics of matrices | if all goes well you will be like the field || the “vacuum” would be like a deep calm sea | the simplest terms / your overwhelming Yes | relative to which all energies are defined … Read more

Dwellingup, Western Australia Foresters (said the sign) choose trees      for particular purposes. A perfect tree, tall, straight,      is taken for construction. The handrails of the treetop      viewing platform. Its planks.      Its high, deep-planted poles. The new stumps      of an old cottage. Its rough rafters.      Its window-frames, weatherboards. So a twisted tree is allowed      to grow,… Read more

The pale-barked gumtree is blossoming. Again it proposes its colours regardless of the state of— Oh to be roots, trunk, limbs! Diffuse autopoiesis, decentred process, no call for violence Years and years of flowers held out in my hands First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more

I looked up, and there was the sea First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more

If we had hovercars, we wouldn’t need asphalt. We could have grass! Flowers, shrubs, reedy lakes! The whole city would be cooler. It would rain more. We could have fountains for roundabouts, trees for traffic lights, if First published in PPC Covid Drum 4, Perth Poetry Club, April 2020 Read more