Jackson

She who is a thief thinks darkly. Think darkly: a stranger comes. Think quickly: a stranger comes. Hide in motion: a chaser comes. An elevator, a corridor, a room of children … We are away, we got away, here are gifts: Think darkly: these are stolen goods. Read more

I tried to get rid of my dreams but they wouldn’t leave. They hung around, nagging, soliciting, distracting. Where are you my solid mind? My logical hemisphere? Come give me a hand here. I tried to shrug off my mood but it clung. It shrouded me, hissing, clouding, drifting. Where are you my no-nonsense side?… Read more

He has a way about him. He is a hand-drill, quiet and direct. He is a coiled spring and he knows exactly how many coils he has. He is discrete. Quantified. Minimal. Precise. He smiles, precisely, at the right time. He is never verbose. Sometimes, I suppose, he must get wet, sloppy, amoebic. Sometimes, I… Read more

You were here and they didn’t tell me! You were right next door and I never knocked! The Eagle landed, and I was out to lunch! They didn’t know I cared, they say. They didn’t care themselves! They didn’t notice the flurry of dust, the hot surreal light. I missed you, baby. I missed myself. Read more

feed the fat bird feed the fat bird feed the fatten the feed the fat bird fatten the feed the fatten the fat bird if you feed the fat bird you’ll fatten the fat bird and if you fatten the fat bird you’ll ground it. I’m the fat bird. The fat bird still flies sometimes.… Read more

This month’s blood delays? or kills? an unborn child. I would have you suckle. Breasts milkless, minimal. Small nipples. Friend says I’ll be a D-cup For a baby. I wonder. Are letters assigned To pregnant bellies, too? Fragile new being, small mouth on my naked skin, when I get you I’ll write you a better… Read more