Jackson

(Bassendean, May 2012) Among the gleaming chemical blades of the plastic lawn hundreds of grass-green stems rise up Read more

So I walked away, found a corner booth in an empty bar, and fantasized You will be old, succumbing at last      to the things you’ve done to that body and I,      old too, but now the stronger one, will push your wheelchair around the neighbourhood      we found      or made      All these women who halo you, Read more

Friday a retired man paints his new picket fence four hot shades dry on my nails pink and yellow flowers sprawl on the verge Read more

A personage great in the girth whose wealth was an outcome of birth exclaimed, “It’s a sign! All this money, all mine!” She didn’t know what she was worth.   There was a poor poet from Perth whose polemics were objects of mirth. People wailed, “If your verse should become any worse it might be Read more

Maybe if I grow half a fringe then I will no longer be on the fringe but I like to be on the fringe because from the fringe you can see the whole view Hovering on the fringe of this scene, that scene, you can watch the boys and girls, their fringes flopping loose to Read more