Jackson

In your eyes I see the universe. The universe likes your eyes. It injects its weaknesses into them, to be dissolved. In the universe I see your eyes. Sometimes, anyway, on one of these nights with clouds lolloping and stars pinging on intermittently. Entropy is teasing you apart. The universe goes on. Entropy, Unmaker, does Read more

“We like each other.” Theorise about complementary personalities shared missions commitment sex— but those words are where it’s at. This father and mother who have been partners for so many years like each other. TV-documentary theory: that feeling—you know the one—lasts three to seven years. If that’s so, then to keep it going, you have Read more

Here are my poems, my simple English offerings. Let the feminist analysts, neomarxist formalists, peripatetic mystics, unmovable skeptics, my father and whatever readers remain say what they will. Bring it on! Read more

This can’t be him, the one I’ve travelled so far to meet. This can’t be him! Geldof hair and smoker’s skin, slack belly, wasted arms, beige illfitting trousers. Isn’t the poet someone slickblackleathered with clean, glossy, fingerfriendly hair, with eyes like turquoise surf, with Calvin Kleins under a crisp piece of denim and boots from Read more

too care—never enough blare, flare—weep too sung to wear cold drum—never too stare—scare too many eyes too deep one never-enough river is ever enough sketches, enough skin and bones, enough stones. four stones are enough because one is (love [a]live) listen one two is (wet) walk one two three is (drown[ing]) dance and one two Read more

Ancient buildings, cobbled streets, old faces, young fears, a river … docks. A thousand years of stone and wood. Grey stone, grey sky, grey water, deep. In the belly of it. In the place of it, the centre, home, field of it, in the field of it, in the influence, the field, force, lines of Read more