This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

Poems

Creative commons poetry (except where otherwise indicated): poems written by Jackson

  • Davy Byrne’s

    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

  • Curl

    Thin white skin and bones, in elegant fingers. All else is lies. Once to eyes. Once to hands. Once to skin. One fire— forever warm. One water— never again thirsty. One air— breathe easy now. Earth, bury me. Curl, thin, thin body, thin [I] hand around the moment, open it, a blanket, a parachute, a… Read more

  • Charisma

    Not the hem of his garment. Not the fleeting brush of fabric, peripheral, unnoticed … Not the hem of his garment. His wrist. His solid, haired, warm right wrist and this, my hand, my [in]elegant white left hand, holding. Seconds, skin to skin, eyes closed only to feel. —So. You’ll never wash it again! Yes… Read more

  • Celtic knots

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    There’s a live radio version from 2008 in this interview.  St Audoen’s Church, Dublin, 2005 Temple of history, templeof short lives longgone, temple of hundredsof souls … trodon me hard as I trodon its layersof graves. Quietspirits whispered hundredsof hushesfrom the eleventh-century walls. If I ever go to church in Dublin this is where.Not in… Read more

  • An Lar 2005 (Unsprawling)

    “An Lar” is the Irish name for the Dublin city centre. Only in reality do my feet in their boots feel the constant pressure of an other place Only in reality does every wake-up second burn significance onto my brainpaths Only in reality does an ancient river see me. And only … in reality am… Read more

  • Turkey

    Smash this ridiculous bird! and dress him for Christmas in bling in lights in plastic pine, truss him forever in string in tight leather He doesn’t see it coming, doesn’t see the stone coming, sees only the crying space, the lying space, the failure space & the markup. Where the hell is he going? They… Read more