Jackson

“Tourist Trap”, a photomontage by Thomas Barbèy the asphalt street takes women children hats trams fences down between the buttresses of a rainforest grandmother tree with thick spreading arms Dali signs the brain of the artist who Photoshops so I can see the entrance in game worlds with laws of physics set by a programmer… Read more

We say I’m made of atoms. When we say I it means my body, brain breasts belly legs feet. When we say atom it means some neutrons and protons and a vast space with a few bits in it. To get a sense of the vastness, focus on the nucleus. Why must my awareness be… Read more

Unlike you, kid, she says, he never did anything — just kicked balls and chased rabbits At 12 I watched him, 15, tossing hay off the flatbed — tanned deltoids, torn singlet, low-slung jeans, calling to the cows I never got to touch his dull white scars or hear his baby cry His was the… Read more

“I want to hear the ten pm train / without wondering / in what year it will cease to run” Read more