Jackson

The blue sea is. and the gulls. again. The beachline laps. Lap, lap; slap, lap. The boatlights. The full black sky. Night extant. The blue sea is. The formless null connects to all. The sand. The glimmerlit crystals. The boatlights. The full black sky. Night extant. The blue sea is. and the gulls. again. Read more

I couldn’t think with that selling blaring on. I wanted to build a thought construction. A shape I knew would last. A model to keep. But the brute football, Coca-Cola, cheap talk, stale drama Cast-plastic quick-fix trinkets Kept breaking in. I stood there, trying to beat it. Fighting hard. Steadying a portion of thought while… Read more

I am unbreakable. I am built of crystals of words and I am unshakable. I am made of modern metal and I am unbendable. I am sheathed in thin Teflon. Nothing sticks. You are broken. You were made of small twigs and now you are broken. You were struck and shattered. You are unmendable. You… Read more

the bush smells        sweet and wet the coffee smells        perfect the river smells        of mud and marron the sky smells of stars        and the grass        smells of grass. First published in Pixel Papers Read more

Was that what happened when you were born? Was there a census of moonbeams, did quiet night counting slide you into existence? And when you learned to walk did they film you with moonbeams? Child of children, did you fall among flowers and fools? When you came here to learn how to live with moonbeams… Read more

My mystical dark-haired dream phantom with eyes of amethyst skin of chalk muscles of a stallion and voice of a stripped and polished emotion— My mystical dark-haired dream phantom are you meditating now as you sit flickering on your bright strewn floor among Western shapes and Oriental colours? Are you beckoning now as you pass… Read more