Jackson

It’s as if they said, three hundred years ago, this is a house, a flat-sided box with a door and small plain windows, two storeys of fired or quarried country, my country, grey upon brown upon grey, gathered in patches and swathes amid the irrepressible green— the fields, trees, hedges, lawns— gathered in blocks and Read more

My daughter and I swapped rooms. Her bed is now in the big room and my mat in the small one. She wanted the big room to spread out all her things. I’m sleeping better in the little one because the walls are closer. I made savoury rice in the large frypan. I put the Read more

Poem made from word hoard. owl sacrament / ancient sacrament / mother sacrament … Read more

A concert dream! / I can stand close to my idols / immobilised by the crush / or watch from far away / and dance / / I chose to dance / in the end / I chose to dance Read more

In response to “Learning the Name” by Ursula K. Le Guin Read its name in English, such as crow or Swainson’s thrush. Read its name in Latin. Look at a picture of a bird of its species and sex. Write an equation to model its flocking behaviour. Add its decaying nest to your collection. Find Read more

Among the hundreds,      one leaf hanging. Pink hibiscus      flowers, just showing the sun their red      tongues, their pollen-blobs. Morning sun, the      most lovely: that angle of the rays, and the dust not      yet as risen as it is at evening. The world,      the hibiscus bush, the city: cleansed by darkness.      The light making a communion Read more