A.B. Jackson

A.B. Jackson was born in Glasgow in 1965 and grew up in the village of Bramhall, Cheshire. After moving to Cupar in Fife he studied English Literature at the University of Edinburgh and went on to work as a library systems manager for NHS Scotland. His first book, Fire Stations (Anvil), won the Forward Prize for Best First Collection in 2003, and a pamphlet, Apocrypha (Donut Press), was published in 2011. His second full-length collection, The Wilderness Party (Bloodaxe Books, 2015), is a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. In 2010 he won first prize in the Edwin Morgan International Poetry Competition. He now lives in Sheffield and has a PhD in Creative Writing from Sheffield Hallam University.


Photo: Paul Evans


Five O’Clock Verses »

Reading: Joan Margarit, A.B. Jackson

Thu 2 March | 17:00 - 18:00 | £6.00/£4.00 | Parliament Hall, South Street


Apocrypha (VII)

Adam lay miraculous,
unconscious with drink.
In a dream, he named whiskies

by nose, palate, finish:
brine and limes, a delicate
peat-reek, Weetabix.

Plasticine, emulsion paint,
amyl nitrate. A warm horse.
Kippers, treacle toffee, grassy

with green grape . . .
the work was endless.
Jalapeño peppers, tobacco notes . . .

Adam rose with a rough tongue
and heartbroken.


A.B. Jackson

From The Wilderness Party (Bloodaxe, 2015)