Jackson

One stunning orb. Best I’ve ever seen. Not symmetrical, not centred, not perfect: no giant hand made it, no tiny mind designed it. Shimmering elliptical target. Soundless nameless strands. Hidden spider not proud, just spider. Resting, worknight over, wanting not praise, but flies. First published in The Recessive Type Read more

I love I with the ice-chip eye I love. The flame licks and licks in its box, panting on the hard metalmix walls, ranting, wanting to light the sky Feed it, oxygenate it, fanfanfan it, shout at it. Put books on it, you’re going to have to! Bigger, faster, hot hot hotter! The metalmix melts!… Read more

got here at last to the light between sent sparkling dancing into my gathering tears leave it I say leave it let it grow wind? not between these walls as I look into the leaves with the spirits of all who have preceded me here going gently and beautifully crazy everyone else dances past on… Read more

The answer to that question can only be sung. Can only be whoooed in an umbrella-flipping wind Can only be rained. It can’t be Googled, archived, written or spoken. But it can be born. The answer to that question can be born in a plane or a tunnel, a revolving restaurant or a cavern, a… Read more

Inside yourself can you hear your heartbeat? Can you still hear it? Or is it drowned by tinnitus and the swirling crash of your thoughts? When you lie down at night can you hear your breathing? The whistle in your nose? The sigh in your chest? Or is it drowned by the rumble of your… Read more

New magpie, try your wings. Break your voice. Clothes tossed aside. Skin burning. Trees turning gold. Halfway along the road, a rich man looks back. Water broken to pieces. Put away your equipment. Pull up your quilt and dream. Read more