This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.
Creative commons poetry (except where otherwise indicated): poems written by Jackson
(Dublin 2005) Beggar on the bridge huddled in a blanket, grey blanket, stone faces reflected in the river, black river, blood in my neon eyes, red as the taillights, neon as the red lights, neon as the dawn breaking on another never-enough river, on black swans White swan reflected. This is where I am, in… Read more
The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND is an apricot’s juice on my tongue, my chin, my wrist, my t-shirt The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND is rain and the warm wet of summer Sydney rain and the smell of rain on a hot road The sound of MY FAVOURITE BAND … Read more
I dream an Irish road and wake I dream seven singers and wake I dream night falling and wake with my heart in my fingers I dream hitch-hiking and catching a train back to the city and wake with a wish in my hands— arch way of trees a rain-green air seven singers faeries stones—… Read more
I’m tired of my cunt. The way she cries for a man (or a wank) at the most inconvenient times like when I’m cooking or watching something interesting on TV or on Saturday afternoon when the kids are playing hide and seek all through the house, popping up here and there and I say to… Read more
2005 On the last day of my visit I have lunch in Davy Byrne’s. I finally get there. I’m a writer visiting Dublin! That’s what I’m supposed to do, go and stand where Bloom didn’t stand and eat what he never ate. So I lean against the bar (“nice piece of wood in that”). It’s… Read more