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

  • Coracle

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    I will find a place to wait. A niche in the shore-held sea-crags. I will watch the lighthouse and the coming and going ships, the world-cruisers, oil-bringers, war-makers, the private and public yachts, the racers, fishers, fighters, pirates and smugglers, the ships of dull metal and boats with bright paint, with sail-quilts, mast-needles, nets, radar,… Read more

  • Now this is a poem about coffee

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    There’s a live radio version from 2008 in this interview. Now this is a poem about coffee. There’s lots of those: poets drink coffee, it seems. But let me explain the subtext. So I was drinking coffee, and listening to the radio, and … Now this is a poem about sex, of course. Aren’t they… Read more

  • Cinderella’s truckstop

    The new potholder crafted by my mother falls on the raw chicken and must be washed. I am powerless She is powerless to[o] make me new I am Cinderella in my ecstasy (Ecstasy) Here’s a little light by the side of a highway (highway to hell? to heaven) By the side of a highway to… Read more

  • Centred

    Knees slightly bent, body lightly curved around his guitar, held close, vital Elegant fingers on the Telecaster’s neck lift and slide and press Long thumb and finger delicately direct the plectrum Face an intent mask mouth a concentrated line eyes lost in love with it Sound surges up his spine, through his chest, shoulders, head,… Read more

  • And breathe it

    Give us nothing. Nothing more. Let our dreams be empty. They say you do it till it hurts hurts hurts in red-and-black flashes in nerve-hot needles in rictus spikes They say there’s a glaze on those fringed snap-delicate eyes, a grimace on that sky-sex face. A railing of pain around that light-sabre smile. You’re working… Read more

  • Amid the running

    Listen. I brought it home turned low, smuggled low in my chest, in my gut. Who held, and was held once in a lifetime— once in a lifetime and always. Who looked into my eyes, who took my look once in a lifetime— once in a lifetime and always. Rails. A bridge. Once in a… Read more