Jackson

With a series of txts we I take wine We share a plate of The light dim, the candle talk   poetry   anarchy & how not to & how bad my & how clumsy & how we hate mornings We move outside so he take our I   up I stare at   try to look because of his & staring to… Read more

If my tears soak the dirt of this barren place will it grow a sheltering tree? Or an ornate streetlamp and a tram-stop and a corner cafe and a friend? Read more

so men find a lover men who write poems of joy have found a lover men who at 64 write poems of exaltation at the wonder of the universe have found a lover whereas women who at 64 write poems of quiet splendour have found themselves have rejected male company in favour of books have… Read more

What if you have a really big gun? What if you have a beautiful gun full of love and noise, elegantly constructed, cleaned and oiled and you fire it once in anger, and get such a shock from the recoil, the smoke, the awestruck eyes, that you pack it away? What if you have a… Read more

Modular Metals Chickenwire ceiling Dad kisses baby Sesame Street silent Muppets stashed sideways Dad kisses baby Ludicrous suit limp on last year’s clown Dad kisses baby Write a happy song Let’s sing along Dad kisses baby Angst & strife Silver knife Dad kisses baby. Write a happy song. Read more

It was the one tremendous smile amid the gruff-mouthed tense-shouldered cockfight posturing It was the one who said yes Who said, Sure, we can be friends—why not? Just like that The one who said Sure you can join us at our table The one who said Come over The one who danced with me All… Read more