I fancy
by ROSS JACKSON that I’m back at Niagara Falls a cataract grown from icy melt which pours and pours and pours I pray Niagara Falls will flow unceasingly until the melting ices run out in the meantime anyone arriving by…
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Before the summer city begins
by ROSS JACKSON before dwellings begin swelling across the plain of hot, grey sand crows, magpies, goannas, galahs hopping on and off roadways scant of traffic they’re on a mostly fruitless mission since not much nutrition in thatches of yellow…
Doing it tough in a warm bath of retrospection
by ROSS JACKSON Aided by the journal and the photos, my older self recalls a tortuous journey voluntarily undergone for days at a time while being bowled by a gale along a roller coaster of cliff tops within a groove…
Ross Jackson
Ross Jackson is a retired teacher resident in Perth who has had poetry published in Westerly, Cordite, Poetry Australia Anthology, Rabbit Poetry, Poetry New Zealand and in many other literary journals and websites. His collection, Time alone on a quiet…