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Month: October 2017

Big rain – haibun

Queensland-floods

Rain like a bastard. Always big weather round here, more than our share. Don’t need radar animations or a weather app: just stick your head out the window, clouds all day escarpment gone and here in this last sunshine all it takes is… Continue reading →

11 Comments
October 16, 2017October 17, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
dversefloodshaibunhumourpoetry

Bird box

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a bird exists inside this five-foot box
made for beak and wing, Continue reading →

9 Comments
October 13, 2017October 14, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
chaucerian versedversehumouroverwroughtpoetry

Plums

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(a reply to William Carlos Williams’ This is just to say)

got your note
(juice-stained). Continue reading →

19 Comments
October 11, 2017October 11, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
dversehumourplumspoemromanceWilliam Carlos williams

Saying goodbye at 5am

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The land is a book waiting to be read
but if it’s not read is it still a book, Continue reading →

1 Comment
October 10, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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The fungi replies (to Cathy’s real country garden)

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I don’t know if they are artists’ pallets,
or horses’ hooves
it used to matter, but it doesn’t now.
They grew slowly, in dark arcs
and could support a book.
Their lips are white and moist
But speak another language. Continue reading →

3 Comments
October 9, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
fungigardenshumourpoemrenewalrot

Pantoum – Poetry and loss

roses-florists weekly
(trying to explain Maurice Blanchot to myself, twice!)

In the everyday use of poetry, words carry ideas.
Continue reading →

7 Comments
October 7, 2017October 8, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
humourlanguageliterary criticismMaurice blanchotpantoumpoetry

20 Poets – Cordite books

Free (yes, really) Continue reading →

1 Comment
October 6, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
anthologyAustralian poetrycontemporary poetrycordite bookspoetry

Odysseus at the front bar

pk-hotel - chalk drawing-2

This looks so much better on my site – come visit 
or view the  PDF here…

it should be about something.

like love Continue reading →

15 Comments
October 5, 2017October 6, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
artdversehomerhumourjourneysodysseypoetrytravel

season’s anagram (autumn comes)

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the wind moans in the cote
as it tunes canto (odd muso)
on manse doors and eaves.
Continue reading →

1 Comment
October 4, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
anagramautumnhumourpoetry

waiting

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the grass has gone blonde (and died), the trees are hanging down and the black earth is cracking open. Continue reading →

11 Comments
October 3, 2017October 3, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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