Jackson

24 March 2013 Perth, Western Australia To walk to the bakery I put on my fedora. I hate that it covers my ash-blonde hair but it shades my sensitive English skin. I go past the graffiti and through the park to the bridge. On my left below a railing the river glints. On my right Read more

a tree trees music dancing a coastline a product scent or breath a shell a voice voices furniture hands or nails or fingers hands or nails or fingers a tarmac road a bird a bird fabric or coat or clothing fabric or coat or clothing fabric or coat or clothing fabric or coat a building Read more

Carry on as if nothing has changed. Let yourself be carried away. Carry yourself like a dancer. If I carry equal weights in my left and right hands, I can walk much further. People think I carry my computer everywhere. I carried my babies close to my heart. If I lived in America I’d be Read more

The underlying thing of that whole thing That’s not for her to letter in It’s out of my price range, lady Tower, like I heard Maybe you were blase But he flew as a criminal It’s interesting, you know The outstanding ant Two parents who are married So he dies on the moors Regular problems Read more

the howl of the storm drowns out my tinnitus   between two clouds a wet bird spreads its wings   The second haiku was first published in Creatrix Read more

At the river park there are geese and ducks and parrots, all talking their morning talk, and an owl with a round white face. Its exquisite flecked and patterned wings are a spread fringe of white and brown. Quietly it lies on the grass, its modest beak closed, with a tall tree above it, a Read more