Jackson

See the wind in your sexy hair. Imagine the feel of your sexy hair. 25 is the sexiest age. You write about politics. I write about you and your beautiful face and your sexy hair. You write about love. I write about you and your beautiful wife with her sexy hair. Read more

In the years I wasn’t looking you grew into something something really BIG with layers of … material. You’d put on airs and graces been to many places tried on masks and faces till your own face changed. You looked so unlike you, you wore a neon name around your hat. I didn’t recognise you.… Read more

Sweetness through the air         but I’m not with you Guitars, a mandolin         but I’m not with you Harmonica!         I’m not with you! Soft skin on my lips soft lips on my skin a boy on my lap a fire in a box a girl with a lovely voice sings about lovely trees… Read more

ah coffee & chocolate! perfect bittersweet like … like love, children, songs        like the earth, like battle,        like weariness, fullness, completion like: Is that it? Is that all? Is that my name? Is that the end of it & the strength of it, is that the church, the oneness? the chocolate is all… Read more

The fisherwoman in her boat under the sky, deep blue above, deep blue below, hat salty, skin rippled, waiting, the fisherwoman sings. A soft song o my love, o my lord, carry me, float me, rock me, rescue me a soft song for the fish and the sky and the broad ocean and all the… Read more

He takes off the glasses, the mask that fails him. His two blue eyes mock hers. He is a smiling imp in black. He moves closer. The fiddler plays a reel. His lips are like smoked sugar, his tongue an instrument, his stubble a burnt field. She is dying. She opens her eyes. His are… Read more