Jackson

  trying      to lose perspective      and see the butterfly     opening his letterbox      the odd man from Unit 3 who could be anyone     each red      bottlebrush flower its particular angle     morning sun      waking every new leaf      a dumb Daoist weeping   Read more

In virtual reality      my son told me you can now move a ball      with your mind A helmet with electrodes      gathered the waves An experimental subject      gradually learned A digital exoskeleton      slowly adapted In a matrix within the Matrix      a sphere rose and fell In a dream I tele the lights on and off      by… Read more

February 2016 Gravitational waves were detected last week, I said. What are they? she asked. It’s Einstein’s theory of General Relativity, I said. Think of space (spacetime, I should have said) as a rubber sheet. Where there are heavy things on it, like stars and planets, it bends downwards. That’s gravity. Oh! she said. Of… Read more

It looks as if spatial distances do not exist for electrons. ——Michael Heller O being on Proxima B, are you made of liquid water and chains of carbon? Hair, feather, scale, bark, or something else? Photon sensors adapted to Proxima’s red? What do you call the Centaurs? How do the constellations look from there? Are… Read more

They’ve put a waste pipe in the middle of our feeding grounds. “They” is the humans. The waste pipe is their collective arsehole. I know what it is because the dolphins called a meeting. I want to swim with my shoal in the dappled shallows and chase the little fish. I want to dance with… Read more

Did you ever dream you were suckling? I did, once. A mouth filled with the breast— not my mother, not Gillian: the breast A mouth filled, inner skin lined with skin, a mouth, an I, I, an I, space filled with a firm cushion sealed in by my wet vacuum, moulded, changed by my action… Read more