Jackson

You want to know my deepest darkest secret? Don't ask me at a table of blithe people — ask me with the walls up around us and the doors locked. My deepest darkest secret is that I am a poet. Therefore I am allowed no secrets but to tell them I must make them into art.… Read more

yesterday I said it shouldn’t be given freely it should be earned but today I think when I meet a new person I should start with respect and let disrespect be earned First published in KSP Writers Centre Newsletter Read more

a candid shot of the military dictator the burnt child in his eyes First published in Creatrix Read more

(Perth, Western Australia, August 2011) under the cameras of Forrest Place on gapless grey stone more desert than desert food comes in plastic or drips with full-fat heat street entertainment is sanctioned and amplified I wanted a naked lunch no powerpoint no permit apple cheese fresh bread cracked acoustic voice (First published in The Mozzie) Read more

Now he can toddle we call him Godzilla “Liller!” he echoes, as cute as a curl In the peace of his nap with blocks and toy people we lay out a city complete with a mall But here comes Godzilla, arisen from slumber, lumbering in to liller it all First published in Creatrix Read more