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

Jackson

Writer. Poet. Editor.

  • Goodbye and good luck, Richard

    Commissioned 2010. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission. Without the voice of Richard this place won’t be the same. When cricket’s on the radio he’s following the game; when Richard’s in his comic mood the jokes are always lame; when Richard’s in his singing mood he’s got no Read more

  • nail

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    It’s the staleshit smell hanging under the perfume in the white-tiled shopping-mall toiletIt’s the bony old cat in the house of the chubby-faced studentsIt’s the streak of smog above the blue and white beachfrontIt’s the distant sirenIt’s the one string that won’t stay in tuneIt’s whoever grew old, then young, then diedIt’s the black edge Read more

  • of my

    but I can close eyes and listen to the rain in bed or in the kitchen or walking somewhere close eyes and listen and I’m under a big black beautiful wing there’s a heartbeat steady and full of unspoken beats in time with mine so what does it look like? the church of my built Read more

  • I am holding / alienation

    I am holding alienation with a space at one end for my thumb and a spike at the other for my hide Its hull pressures my joints I squeeze but it remains solid I pick it up, I put it down It is icy tiny gravel, abrasive even on my tough skin I am holding Read more

  • Entry statement

    Crashlanded. Wheels torn off, emptied lamps [un]staring, strange innards exposed and tossed. Wreck, hulk, husk, hunkered on dirt, becoming dirt. A sapling reaches up from her guts. First published in The Broadkill Review Read more

  • /windowface

    Waiting for Venetian lines lines lines crammed crumpled under paired square staring windeyes. Gaping sash crooked mouth: what spilled out? What content behind the solemn concrete paintedwhite brow? No nose: can’t smell the dim plastic pipes creeping over the dank dark wall. What flows? What ghostmonster lurks silver bullet train[ed] all eye in that mouth, Read more