Jackson

i wish i could be suzanne vega a pixie wisp with big eyes narrow bones a voice like a 2mm sable brush like her i’m left of centre on the outskirts and the fringes like her i met another spinner of strange and gauzy threads jester of the courtyard hands of raining water all of… Read more

(Mattie Furphy House) It was very very dark There was a tiny crack I couldn’t tell the time I heard the trains start I woke wishing it was morning I slept in the windowless room Having many thoughts I lay awake I heard the trains and traffic start At 6am it was bright for three… Read more

At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having goodbyed the workshop poets and their unfinished pieces, At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having opened most of the windows, At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having arranged the furniture and books, knowing they’ll be moved by other visitors but pleased with the feel of it anyway, At… Read more

I love you but I don’t want to see you, comet eyes shattered to blood, moon brain in captured orbit, sun skin and planet spirit all pilled and pissed away Read more

the  girled     garden we water lust’s gownly lick frantic meat death apparatus                 please tongue waxed bare with whispers          here I want you raw not elaborately           ^                drunk Written by Coral Carter and Jackson using the original Magnetic Poetry Kit. First published in Creatrix. Read more

Its eyes are orange stones, staring nowhere and everywhere, hiding a mystery, a mind. Every feather that lines its back, creates its wings, defines its tail is black: an ancient and sacred darkness. Gripping the rim of the birdbath it stretches its Nick Cave neck and caws the old long notes that mark the morning.… Read more