Deception bay of pigs


(some poems take a long time to get true)

arguing in the car on a a long road trip
out of reception, out of patience
wondering why the detuned radio brought no comfort
somehow a long, confusing skirmish
neither of us aware of any details
becomes a metaphor

you and I over estimating our forces
you and I underestimating our risk
we and they taking sides willy-nilly
mutual destruction almost certainly guaranteed

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.


  1. I’ve had me a long road trip like that (mebbe two or three…but memory fails). You’ve captured the dynamic well.

    As an aside, I apologize for my silence. I’ve been in a funk since I lost the opportunity to meet you due to my own clumsiness. For better or worse, be aware I remain a fan.

    1. it’s still an honour to have you reading here, Jonas, and I’m sorry we didn’t get to cross paths in person too… don’t worry at all…

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