Jackson

I will wander the wilderness I won’t listen to anyone but the trees I won’t look at the milestones I will look at the moon I will walk a long road I won’t run I won’t follow you I will meet you halfway I won’t scream like a banshee I MIGHT SCREAM LIKE A BANSHEE!… Read more

I was asked to write a poem of up to ten lines in response to each of four visual works by artists with disabilities. “this is my pink / tint of spiders singing / my nightwings / ruffling in the violin wind” “We be three confident chicks / with midnight feathers ’n’ legs like sticks” Read more

In India a stranger, 23, gang-raped, lies bleeding on the roadside as people pass In Australia a stranger, 2 or 3, sobs and shrieks three houses along as I watch the news Read more

(Poetry readings in Forrest Place, August 2011) Welcome to the virtual room / disconnected      grey slabs      white chairs      white skins / beneath      what’s left of      the sky Welcome to the virtual room      flags      rectangles      amplified cocoon / erected Welcome to the virtual room / appropriately protected      from what’s left      of the sky Read more

John Daniel’s workshop, August 2011 that might be fine for two pages but could you write ten books some of these phrases we have a bear dancing it seems to be about a y’know in oil and gas piled in sorta like Bob Dylan I know, I know, but ideas from all over the place… Read more

When the lollies are passed around      they’re never the ones I like.      They’re always sucrose-hit fake-colour      convenience store cheapies. I like      deep chocolate      dense fudge      soft glucose      slow savour. Not available      on just any corner. You unwrap one      let me scent it I reach out      but you snatch it back and hide it. When I… Read more