Jackson

faith not shaken. faith not shaken! not shaken! not! not. heart still taken heart still taken still taken still still still waiting, skating on old ice, shaking the loaded dice still Read more

I heard the silent sound— something spilling deep inside you My arms reached out to hold you— you, out of reach, lying in a cold room, not leaving. Not leaving. That was what I wanted to say, and: How does it feel? In the dark night, as you lay down your head, how does it… Read more

In your eyes I see the universe. The universe likes your eyes. It injects its weaknesses into them, to be dissolved. In the universe I see your eyes. Sometimes, anyway, on one of these nights with clouds lolloping and stars pinging on intermittently. Entropy is teasing you apart. The universe goes on. Entropy, Unmaker, does… Read more

“We like each other.” Theorise about complementary personalities shared missions commitment sex— but those words are where it’s at. This father and mother who have been partners for so many years like each other. TV-documentary theory: that feeling—you know the one—lasts three to seven years. If that’s so, then to keep it going, you have… Read more

Here are my poems, my simple English offerings. Let the feminist analysts, neomarxist formalists, peripatetic mystics, unmovable skeptics, my father and whatever readers remain say what they will. Bring it on! Read more

This can’t be him, the one I’ve travelled so far to meet. This can’t be him! Geldof hair and smoker’s skin, slack belly, wasted arms, beige illfitting trousers. Isn’t the poet someone slickblackleathered with clean, glossy, fingerfriendly hair, with eyes like turquoise surf, with Calvin Kleins under a crisp piece of denim and boots from… Read more