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Month: September 2017

Sum(mer) sonnet

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If I were to engineer a blind here
obscuring all of this bright summer’s day,
and thru the tiniest chink, like Vermeer
or Newton, a memory-spectrum display. Continue reading →

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September 13, 2017September 18, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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that ending (2)

rusty comet

Now our first/final embrace.
Flung through fantastic retinue
for years, felt frequencies,
flew thru flowing waters (what a rush) –
finding precursors. Continue reading →

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September 12, 2017September 12, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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that ending (1)

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…I saw a forest
where loneliness permeates
every sod. Continue reading →

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September 11, 2017September 12, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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The river

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…on the desk the hands are lit.
Men are shuffling their feet,
tidy nails, a ring, a scar across the pinky —
watch hands & listen to the men… Continue reading →

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September 10, 2017September 10, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Kids’ stuff – Protection – update

A new funding campaign has opened for Protection the film from the team at Beyond Empathy who brought you the award-winning Rites of Passage. Continue reading →

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September 7, 2017September 8, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Sonnet (EM spectrum)

Structure Radio Telescope Effelsberg Black And White

Given there have only ever been a handful of emotions —
tho, as our eyes evolved to particular lines in the spectrum,
so our sensible hearts may be dumb to all the high-energy
bursts & low-frequency murmurings which rain on us daily —
Continue reading →

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September 5, 2017September 7, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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What I know about time (3) – haibun

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I’m telling her the story. ‘There’s a scene in Inland Empire where Lorna Dern —’

‘It’s Laura,’ she says.

‘What?’

Continue reading →

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September 4, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Bucolic (MM beach 34.48°S, 150.91°E)

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You know how
when the drug (poetry) kicks
everything – cars, lawns,
a v-energy-boost can on the sand
– is glazed
with potential. Continue reading →

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September 1, 2017September 9, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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