Jackson

If the rain works away our concrete and steel, to reach and feel original stone and earth If it wears away the metal rings and brick boxes around street trees so greenfleshed lives can sway, scented, in their shelter If it knocks out the electric lines and stops our train, traps it for vines and… Read more

Imagine if everyone sang all day. What a world! A worldful of birds in various moods. One big opera. Sing like nobody’s listening? No. Sing like heaven is listening. First published in The Mozzie Read more

No-one says anything I don’t say anything The world smashes on smashes on If I’m all gone in the eyes it doesn’t stop the children crowing as they install cursors and wallpapers. Harry Potter smiles from his important playworld. A piebald rabbit mesmerically comes and goes. A tabby kitten poises itself in a meadow. America… Read more

a face lined and bristled a smooth peach kiss gloves laid aside hands touch Read more

Only in dream do the children come out first, lined up, nervous Only in dream do my enemies look on, tittering, nudging in new school uniforms Only in dream my book’s blank leaves grow scribbles crowding out his name. I draw a box to protect it, to carry it. Only in dream is he taller.… Read more

Let me tell you in A flat minor that my feet are a snare and a tomtom Skin: a splash cymbal Heart: a hihat a ching ching ching ching ching ching ching ching Gutcoil: bass guitar and kickdrum Inter locking Inter woven In So let my hair be slow electric, my eyes be rests and… Read more