Jackson

He handed her a feather a tall black feather pulled from his tail, said take this home with you. Was that all he could spare? One feather? His tail and wings were ragged. Maybe he wandered around leaving a trail of feathers in this place and that place, the flicky ash of his personality, his Read more

I’d like to talk to him. Say, “What the fuck?” Give him a chance to explain. Read more

It’s 35 minutes to midnight on the 4th of January. If I can tell you that this one room holds all candles— tapers, tealights, pillars, plain white power-outage poles, small votives for struggling souls, delicate dinner-party decoratives— in all scents— sandalwood, ylang ylang, rose, smoke, vanilla, mint, and many nameless synthetics, novel, teasing, but ultimately Read more

I walk up & down the platform reading Charles Bukowski, feeling more & more depressed from all that truth I couldn’t get a date with that exciting man He’s been chatting me up from a distance using technology But he backs away when I try to get some reality Maybe he knows I want to Read more

5th of October 2008. Capitalism is teetering, tripping, reeling. At 1:25am on a Sunday morning I’m not at an anarchist punk gig. I’m awoken by a scream on TV. Samantha (12) has friends “sleeping” over. I get up, yell “for fuck’s sake, Samantha!” and go back to bed. I dream the New York Stock Exchange Read more

What d’you reckon? Am I just another stupid woman trying to write on the train trying to transcend its lurches and rocks and sways as it makes up for its delay? I love riding on the train and the bus and waiting in the bus-station, so 70s, so grimy, with ads for trouser drycleaning on Read more