Jackson

As I write this the sun ninety-three million miles close is shining luxuriantly on the evergreens and glinting off the balcony railings of the flats across the road and scattering the sky into blue from ear to ear but this morning my neighbour from Los Angeles said that there the smog covers the entire sky.… Read more

… like a phalanx of makeshift shields … Read more

A rhyming poem. ‘The air suggests a poem, / its misty wishes / But I must tend my phone / and do the dishes :-( …’ Read more

newly unloaded; // waiting on the wharf / among rows and rows / and rows of cars; … Read more