This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

  • In my secret garden

    In my secret garden there are vegetables with peculiar names, strange shapes and foreign heritage; twisted herbs whose leaves and buds are functional in particular situations; fruits that are an acquired taste; contorted bruise-coloured blooms. I love and love and love them all, talk to them, irrigate them, reconfigure their habitats, fertilise them, preserve their… Read more

  • q finger

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    I want to lock my face cams on your chocolate-cake eyes ski your hardline nose with my q finger swipe your plush-ice mouth with my spacebar trackpad thumb examine with my i finger the precious folds and little faint hairs of your pinna trickle my j finger down the long line from the left hinge… Read more

  • Foxy Lady

    She is small and full of glee, a laugh made of bone and bright fluff Her fur is soft, brown, long, spiked out not as punk but as puff When I come to her gate she dips and jumps and speaks with yaps and yips that shine in the air She runs to me and… Read more

  • Vaulted

    Broken hearts rattle      like shell-shards in a      tobacco tin The shrieks of bayoneted babies The groans of beaten babies The call of babies      wailing for love The dead eyes of dissociated babies The silence of babies      whose hearts are broken In Uganda, where the warlords— In Afghanistan, where the soldiers— In Australia, where the preachers… Read more

  • reflective

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    The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      that came in when your windows were open      that got in your hair      that you put out      into the violent February weather      thinking that its proper domain      thinking yourself not able to provide for it      that came in again      that you put out again The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      with… Read more

  • another

    Waking on his narrow temporary bed, surprised without his face, he looks at me with unshuttered tenderness. I make us breakfast and we each continue with our work. Soon he shall be out there somewhere chasing some fresh and pretty girl He shall nuzzle into her, mouth and mind Outgrow her, chase another Or be… Read more