Jackson

At the endthe days are long and hotand the nights are long and cold.The only plants leftrepel tongues, survivefire. The only animals leftcan hide anywhere.The few remaining humans, knowingno more, suck faint amityfrom the bitter needles, greyishtrees, grey creatures and greyand ochre rock.Earthface thrusts out flare-flowers: one more vanity:howl-azure, shriek-cerise, desperation-gold. First published in Creatrix… Read more

I want to give you everything I have while still keeping it all for myself And I want to take nothing, not your freedom, never that I don’t want to change you I love you just as you are shitload of pain and all for no reason at all: simply I can see your depths… Read more

(Portrait of Rita) Commissioned 2009. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission. In all she did, she loved. The glow of her! Her Welsh voice, its gentle lilts and rolls a balmy pool with bubbles, waves and ripples. Her lipstick-pretty mouth. Her peach-bloom cheeks. Her neatly cultured brows and… Read more

On a street of dead lawns, security grilles bricks through windows where St Vincent de Paul’s have moved out because of crime I’m thinking about soldiers and guards. Fire stakes, nine-tails, gas chambers, rape camps, waterboards. Detention centres. Deaths in custody. Cell suicide. Paddywagon murder. Along the footpath a young woman pushes a a stroller.… Read more

words like an electric bass, driving rhythms into my cunt like a chainsaw truck-howl guitar slashing hot claws of noise across my breasts, piercing my nipples I should get my tits tattooed with SUCK HERE, get SCRATCH & SNIFF just above my bikini line Read more

Cafe Boulevard deconstructs its caesar salad and lets me eat in front of the computer as I never do at home. Dymocks takes five of my books but Borders tells me to call head office. Mary Martins takes two. After the reading I go out with Peach and Ava Lanche and MCM and Alice and… Read more