Jackson

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

A sleeping catbeing, black white ochre body curled, furred cheek turned      (Her free ear flicks      as I shift on the wooden stool,      as my sock scuffs the floor) The catbeing, catmind, lithe catbody has made her toilette      (as Eliot said) and now takes her repose Pets are banned But she is not my pet Responsibility… Read more

Return is how the Way moves. ——Laozi   not enough windows—electric light at noon electric light at noon—not enough windows   a wood stove just like my mother’s—rusting away rusting away—my mother’s like just a wood stove   a garden screen, weathered planks hung on firm posts—my yoga wall my yoga wall—hung on firm posts,… Read more

Tao is the way / trees curve / their branches, twigs, / leaves, / and hang, with / gravity and … Read more

I wish I could stop searching and be      content A good enough apartment A good enough job A good enough social life A good enough yoga practice A good enough routine A good enough family A good enough diet A good enough wardrobe A good enough mental state A good enough world An adequate revolution… Read more