Jackson

Erasure from the Zhuangzi translated by Thomas Merton out     a hand down     a foot a knee like a dance     what is Tao? when I first began I would see me all in one mass after three years I saw but now I see with the eye free to work space finds its own way I cut no joint… Read more

There once was a cat in a box who may have been dead or may not. There was no way to tell— then she started to smell. That poor collapsed cat in a box. Read more

The monster is tres cool, uber beautiful in moist black leather, as large as an elephant, with four legs, firm flesh, a dragon’s tail and grace. I do not know whether to be afraid. It does not seem vicious or vile. There is no stench of stagnant drains or carrion. It smells of haemoglobin. Cambium.… Read more

I’ve been trying to grow wings by flying. It doesn’t work. If you’re a magpie chick you need your mum, dad, big brothers, the whole arguing clan to bring you food and chase away monsters. Your wings are ready before your brain. When your mum coaxes you out of the nest she has to catch… Read more