Jackson

The face appears as if upon a screen. The image taunts me every night in bed. The Muse personified, a handsome man with lips that all the women ache to feed. “O will you be my Muse personified and let me touch your mystery with my pen?” I warble, when, inside my errant head, the Read more

It is pool, is pull, is still sky blue. Cool as a doll, I’m limbs, I’m lungs, I’m lightly mad, must dance. Moonsuck moves it. Swirling, sluicing, slurping, slapping, fizzing, it headbutts my hips, sprays a million glinting bits of never, halts, ebbs, is silent as glass. Tiptoe-bare, I’m towelled, curled, lightly sad, must sleep. Read more

I would make a mirror from whatever I have, so that you can see that you are not broken, that there is nothing to fix, that you are not a machine, to be utilised or left to rust— that, as I have told you before, you are a living tree. Today it seems to me Read more

Words don’t come, just image: that skin. A long piece of silk. When I touched him, the voice shut up. His jasmine sheath quieted it. Confucius pronounces that I should never have done it. I am not what is needed: a wife, a womb. Confucius has no name for what I am. Wanting only to Read more

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carrying around a huge volume of Dickens I speak to strangers (First published in The Mozzie) Read more