Jackson

Lay your eyes on me Me and the whole of me Down in the depth of me. Like me to think of it? A lamp in the darkness. Bridge between towers, Over the dateline, Troubled by turbulence. Waters lap the docks and rocks. I … Will. Lay your hands on us Me and the rest… Read more

Walking in the city centre, rain falling into my two-tone hair, looking for something that just isn’t there any more—or never was. A boy in black trenchcoat and trilby strolls, different, confident; doesn’t look at me, with my melted hair. I’m just a lump in the crowd, but I want to tell him, “You’re beautiful.… Read more

Flying off a cliff on wings of changed air. Driving a powerful soul at top speed with high-fidelity lightning with church-true eyes with things stolen from unlikely places with love in your boots and fear in your hair, pain in your back, bliss in your hands Driving a spectacular soul in high places with great… Read more

When it’s over I will be silent. You will try to celebrate, to go out with a bang, but I will be silent. There is no joy in death. I will cry my tears silently. There will be no-one to hold me— no-one that matters, when you are gone. There will be arms around me,… Read more

In the melting mess of your face see paintings. In the stiff wick of your hair see tellings. In your filigreed neck see tree-rings recording the layered war of your fortress. Blow on your thin blue eyelids, lash your mighty breath to your brow. Study your frownsmile muzzle, sew your noisome strings in your circle.… Read more

We are pinned like prayer flags, fluttering in all the winds, fixed by our hands nailed to the wooden walls, fences, windows. We send our prayer emails, tunnelling to all the temples, channelled by tonight’s whims nailed to the pulsing bitstreams, servers, windows. We are bonded, prayer wheels spinning with all the neighbours, trapped by… Read more