Category Archives: Jack Swift

Jack Swift :: Enter Jo-Ab

The green bus pulled around the corner, squealing on its wheels like a Formula One courgette on steroids. To the attentive eye, it was visibly pulsating with the effort of holding its psychedelic cargo from bursting out onto the street, threatening to detonate like a fractal explosion in a spiral warehouse and cover the city in squirming astral day-glow debris. It spluttered to a stop outside a shoe shop and…

Monday, July 5th, 2010 – 12:15 pm | By Tom | Posted in Jack Swift, Prose | Tagged , , , , , | Comments (4)

Jack Swift – Kin, 10th June 2009

I have surfed the stars and ridden the wind. I have walked between the worlds, been eaten by a bear and swallowed by the turquoise wolf that steps between the molecules of the sky. I have died and been born a thousand times and I know the secret name of the sycamore, the oak and the elderberry. Mine is the hunger of the sacred hermits and the dance of the

Saturday, June 13th, 2009 – 4:11 pm | By Tom | Posted in Jack Swift | Tagged , , , , | Comments (6)

Jack Swift – Kin, 13th May 2009




In which Jack, having fled the city, is reminded of perspective by a skylark and is assailed by visions of Pacha Mama.

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In the morning of that night, I woke from a dream. In the dream, I was taking ayahuasca in the jungles of Peru and I’d met Pacha Mama, the great Earth mother. She was huge and

Saturday, June 13th, 2009 – 3:19 pm | By Tom | Posted in Jack Swift | Tagged , , , | Comments (2)

Jack Swift – Kin, 8th April 2009


In which we rediscover Jack on the streets of Edinburgh. Since we met him last, Sri and the Bear have passed on, and an Angel is haranguing him. Jack, drunk and disgruntled, is not in the mood for Angels, Bears or Dead Gurus.

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This is a story about the angel. She came and went quickly, just passing

Saturday, June 13th, 2009 – 1:56 pm | By Tom | Posted in Jack Swift | Tagged , , , , | Comments (0)