Jackson

concrete poem: h i tit o n e … hands on Read more

concrete poem: hyper … space Read more

(for a poet recovering from a coma) In. Shut in. Can’t do any of it. Can’t see any of it. Leonard Cohen? Yes. Take that sweet energy, make it yours. Patterns of dream swell hidden within we who listen. Read more

With what’s left of my face after you have finished with it, your sun melted it, your shocks and switches scoured and scarified it, your challenges chopped and chiselled it, your licks and lays licked and lavaged it, ravaged it with your un speak able ways With whatever skin I still have, whatever still works… Read more

boy girl man woman unman unwoman all humanly in sharp sharp sharp harmony, in flesh& in breath, in transmission tshirt breathe yr sweat old &consequential torrential in seven flat minors, in seconds, in second HAND HANDs, in EYEs of authorship ice of ownership place of hiding in nine FOOT walls in shrines in SKINs of… Read more

They grew him and he left They left him—he returned He sings and his words fall from their mouths When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace He sings and sings Is he not a bird? His dreamwords fall, my wings return Read more