Jackson

got here at last to the light between sent sparkling dancing into my gathering tears leave it I say leave it let it grow wind? not between these walls as I look into the leaves with the spirits of all who have preceded me here going gently and beautifully crazy everyone else dances past on Read more

The answer to that question can only be sung. Can only be whoooed in an umbrella-flipping wind Can only be rained. It can’t be Googled, archived, written or spoken. But it can be born. The answer to that question can be born in a plane or a tunnel, a revolving restaurant or a cavern, a Read more

Inside yourself can you hear your heartbeat? Can you still hear it? Or is it drowned by tinnitus and the swirling crash of your thoughts? When you lie down at night can you hear your breathing? The whistle in your nose? The sigh in your chest? Or is it drowned by the rumble of your Read more

New magpie, try your wings. Break your voice. Clothes tossed aside. Skin burning. Trees turning gold. Halfway along the road, a rich man looks back. Water broken to pieces. Put away your equipment. Pull up your quilt and dream. Read more

(Dublin 2005) Beggar on the bridge huddled in a blanket, grey blanket, stone faces reflected in the river, black river, blood in my neon eyes, red as the taillights, neon as the red lights, neon as the dawn breaking on another never-enough river, on black swans White swan reflected. This is where I am, in Read more