Jackson

tree breaks at base, falls as one on earth. Drum shakes floor and heartbeat tree lies alone without music bird whispers tomorrow his birthday new trees grow in the fallen tree’s arms tomorrow he sings in a new tree’s arms happy bird day Displayed in WA Spring Poetry Festival PoetTrees 2005 Read more

Either way, let it be quick and let it be gentle. And let there be someone to touch and someone to listen. In every timezone birthing, unbirthing. At every moment prayer, for you, etching silent thought or wailing, or speaking quietly or strongly or chanting, or being written or being read on emails, blogs and… Read more

Here is my labyrinth mind: invade it with your memes My framework hands: wire them to your dreams My blank memory: load it with your sin My acrylic skin: crack it with your convoluted pain My desert eyes: wash them with your rain My blood: to melt in light Smacked face: track to grace Soul:… Read more

Saying in our boxes, your small and private name In our houses. We light a candle, shed a tear, be silent. In our places. All we can do. We wish through the walls and the wires for medicine to help you for mother’s soft palms to arm you with magic for family to shield you… Read more

He is uber-explosion: his faces on bus-stops, bodies on screens, mind on view. She is a photograph taken with him at the Oscars. She is moon, murmur, faint amid all his so-bright sunlight, solar wind. She is muse, murmur, focus, fathom, theme. She is the moon of the glow in his dream. There are marks… Read more

She in his house and I in his house. She in his bedroom and I in his basement. Her hands are white and smooth mine red and rough Hers touch silk and linen mine wood and water. She has a secret but I have a bigger one. She feels his skin but I wash his… Read more