Jackson

Melbourne 17/9/2011 Bridget says the fog is coming in I’m touched by the road toll something veiled in the distance a spoilt brat raised in the firstworld cot my every shit licked up and praised my every shit an activism my every shit a scar you can breathe to make you sick my sister I… Read more

Maybe compassion isn’t what you need. Maybe a hard slap would be more help. I love you! I’m supposed to be your girlfriend! I sat at that table waiting for an hour! You didn’t even text!      But I lost my phone. It was in that jacket I left      at Anthony’s. So what? You could have… Read more

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I am an enormous      was the waterlike saiding      of boiled moon windlets the thousandest      nevery garden beneathed I am their death goddess      & mother apparatus Written with Magnetic Poetry Kit. First published in Peter Cowan Writers Centre e-magazine. Read more

I widen my focus      past eyelids      beyond skull make myself a great circle      a spreading dome      broad & broader view The land is dotted      here      here           there with other beings      & you      now      you you      now      the locus maybe just      getting up,      stretching      yr neck, spine      yr shoulderblades, triceps, elbows, fingers      yr abs, thighs, knees,… Read more

as I go past the half-built homes / back to my kitchen / at the end of my day / the moon’s on her setting arc / finding a path down the sky // her face is jaundiced / by smog and the dust / of all these construction sites … Read more