Perth Poetry Club 24 Aug: Jackson launches new book

I will launch my new book The emptied bridge, and read poems from it and from A coat of ashes.
Perth Poetry Club
Saturday 24 August
2-4pm
The Moon Cafe, 323 William Street, Northbridge map
 
Headshot of Jackson with book covers "A coat of ashes" and "The emptied bridge"

About The emptied bridge

The poems in Jackson’s fourth full-length collection explore themes of environment, society, gender, sexuality, parenthood, and daily life: the climate change of the world and the self. This is crafted, literary poetry, aware of its contemporaries and antecedents; yet these are poems that anyone with reasonable English can read or perform, that can break free from their author, go out and do work in the world. They encode rhythm and intonation along with possibilities of meaning. Their music will alter the atmosphere in your head. (Publisher’s description)

The emptied bridge explores isolation, connection, and landscapes internal and external. It is a wide-ranging collection that plays throughout with form, rhythm and technique. The poems are infused with intelligence, humour and a deep longing. Sometimes the language is haikuesque, delicate and light, sometimes it is philosophical or matter-of-fact, and often it is charged and raw. Jackson’s distinct voice captures the poignancy of loss and hope and the consolations of music, nature and colour. Edgy, visceral and muscular, The emptied bridge bravely carries its reader through experiences of shadow and light.
— Julie Watts (Legacy, UWA Publishing 2018, winner of the Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript)

The emptied bridge is published by Mulla Mulla Press.

The emptied bridge

The emptied bridge, my fourth full-length poetry collection. Coming soon from Mulla Mulla Press.

‘The emptied bridge’ poetry book cover
 

From “soaked”

… We’re the flensing edge
of any of a hundred
newly risen
teeth

We’re the cornea
of a boy bodysurfing
beside an
outlet pipe …

The poems in Jackson’s fourth full-length collection explore themes of environment, society, gender, sexuality, parenthood, and daily life: the climate change of the world and the self. This is crafted, literary poetry, aware of its contemporaries and antecedents; yet these are poems that anyone with reasonable English can read or perform, that can break free from their author, go out and do work in the world. They encode rhythm and intonation along with possibilities of meaning. Their music will alter the atmosphere in your head. (Publisher’s description)

The emptied bridge explores isolation, connection, and landscapes internal and external. It is a wide-ranging collection that plays throughout with form, rhythm and technique. The poems are infused with intelligence, humour and a deep longing. Sometimes the language is haikuesque, delicate and light, sometimes it is philosophical or matter-of-fact, and often it is charged and raw. Jackson’s distinct voice captures the poignancy of loss and hope and the consolations of music, nature and colour. Edgy, visceral and muscular, The emptied bridge bravely carries its reader through experiences of shadow and light.
— Julie Watts (Legacy, UWA Publishing 2018, winner of the Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript)

Coming soon from Mulla Mulla Press

Published in 2019 by Mulla Mulla Press. 132 pages. ISBN 9780648542438

Perth Poetry Festival: OOTA Cornucopia, Fremantle, 18 August 2019

Sunday 18 August 2019
2-4pm
The Orient Hotel, 39 High Street (cnr Henry Street), Fremantle
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I’m one of the poets reading at OOTA Cornucopia, presented by Out of the Asylum Writers Group for the 2019 Perth Poetry Festival.

I will read poems from my latest books A coat of ashes and The emptied bridge.

The poets

Carolyn Abbs
Rita Tognini
Vivienne Glance
Jackson

Rose van Son
Tineke van der Eecken
Rachel Petridis
Kevin Gillam
Carol Millner

What a great line-up! We have ten minutes each. Come and listen.

2019 Perth Poetry Festival August 9-18

Deathwish (2019 edit)

If I were a man, you’d
call me brother. We’d
drink beer sing songs read poetry
late into the night

But I have a body that makes
you look. Legs
arse
tits
babyface symmetry plump lips and that thing
you have knows no language — only
a wombwish
drownwish
cavewish
deathwish

You might
be the man in my dream — the one
about the old house with books
paintings guitars cats
friends —

but the woman in my dream
isn’t me.

She’s the cushion woman
the carpet woman
the send you hearts on facebook woman
The sari woman
the sandalwood patchouli woman
the bells on her fingers rose vanilla lavender butterfly tattoo woman

She’s the tongue woman
the womb woman
the open up and make room woman
the overflowing cup woman
the boneless chicken salt tarragon lemon your name her breath woman

But I’m the
cut you down to size woman the
right back at ya woman the
eye to eye hand to hand side by side woman the
boots woman the bare
truth woman the knife
and leather belt woman the don’t
mess with or else woman.
I’m not

the soft-poemed
mystical
gamelan
herbal
heartshaped
gauzy
low-cut
plush
scented woman
lighting the candles
arranging the cushions.

If I were a man, you’d
call me brother. We’d
drink beer sing songs read poetry
late into the night

From my book “The emptied bridge”, coming soon from Mulla Mulla Press. The original version of this poem was published in 2010.