Jackson

I sit in my layers of clothes as the storm sucks and exhales The wooden windows bump and rain caws on the corrugated roof I wonder what the ravens are doing I suppose they’re in a huddle in the northeastern quarter of a strong tree with thick foliage, gripping the bark with their claws, hunching Read more

as the storm tries the wired walls the lantern’s door is open and a new candle hopes for sudden dark Read more

the black centre of the sunflower is where the seeds are Read more

hard wind slant rain feet snugged in uggboots last year’s holes gaffataped   new September sunlight the door of the dark room left ajar Read more

2010 I wish I was a gay man and you were my straight brother We’d shoot pool and drink and scan for talent You’d tell me about your girls and I’d tell you about my boys I’d steal your nail polish and eyeliner and borrow all your books I wish I was a gay man Read more

2010 You smell like desire      but that wasn’t it Your skin is … a sacrament      but that wasn’t it You made beautiful sounds when I licked your beautiful cock      but that wasn’t it And you touched me as I touch myself      but that wasn’t it,      not at all If, holding back nothing, no language, I Read more