This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

  • two thin throws

    I wake in the dusty light      to the deepcity cockcrow      of traffic and stair-thumping      housemates My bag’s by the wall My boots are on the floor My clothes are rumpled all over me I’m lying under a coat      I found up the road      and two thin throws that I wouldn’t      call blankets There’s empties on… Read more

  • The new thing

    That man and I      were standing on the street      with a group of fellow artists      watching a performance. I stood just in front of him. He put his hands on my shoulders,      slid them down my arms,      stroked my hands. I leaned back against him. He leaned against me. We didn’t say anything. He was… Read more

  • Perth Poetry Club and Beyond

    Recently I saw a podiatrist. As she felt my feet she said, “Any plans for the weekend?” “I’m teaching poetry workshops,” I said. “Hanging out with friends, too, but mainly I’ll be working.” I didn’t explain that “hanging out with friends” meant going to Perth’s weekly poetry event Perth Poetry Club, which I instigated in… Read more

  • 2013 publications

    List of 2013 publications. Book, book section, album, articles and reviews, poems in anthologies, poems in journals. Fremantle Press, Margaret River Press, Inkerman & Blunt, Australian Poetry, Peter Cowan Writers Centre, WA Poets, OOTA, Metafora (in Polish), Blazevox, Sotto, The Beat Press, The Mozzie, Creatrix, Uneven Floor Read more

  • the fear of ricochet

    I dreamed a gun like Dirty Harry’s, a Magnum, phallic silvercoloured barrel I dreamed a gun and a lock A lock on a blank room where I had to hide the gun A lock on a blank room with an ancient drawer full of other people’s junk where I had to hide the gun We… Read more

  • Ordinary love

    I have to admit, U2 are not what they were. They are slower, less able to stretch and risk. They have a routine. They come out wrapped in layers of production. But they will always be my band. The love is like the eye light of a time-marked woman still looking at the grizzled man… Read more