Jackson

he says when they were younger he had a crush   he loves her voice and her poet’s words her poet’s words   so I watch the clip she has long black hair a short black dress too much mascara for that industrial area   for those scrubby dunes   for all that sand   for anywhere in daylight, really she’s indie alright   she’s windblown and… Read more

after a night with a clear dream the fluorescent tube fails handshake   thankyou orange glow there, blue-white flashes here the eyes so clear no sudden light goodbye the dim stretch too much space Read more

With a series of txts we I take wine We share a plate of The light dim, the candle talk   poetry   anarchy & how not to & how bad my & how clumsy & how we hate mornings We move outside so he take our I   up I stare at   try to look because of his & staring to… Read more

If my tears soak the dirt of this barren place will it grow a sheltering tree? Or an ornate streetlamp and a tram-stop and a corner cafe and a friend? Read more

so men find a lover men who write poems of joy have found a lover men who at 64 write poems of exaltation at the wonder of the universe have found a lover whereas women who at 64 write poems of quiet splendour have found themselves have rejected male company in favour of books have… Read more

What if you have a really big gun? What if you have a beautiful gun full of love and noise, elegantly constructed, cleaned and oiled and you fire it once in anger, and get such a shock from the recoil, the smoke, the awestruck eyes, that you pack it away? What if you have a… Read more