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Month: June 2020

threescore

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A piece dedicated to my on-going hand therapy.

And for your pleasure here’s Leonard Cohen going ‘no more a’ rovin’ (lyrics by Lord Byron) from a favourite album Dear Heather.

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June 26, 2020June 26, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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on this earth

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an ancient comb in the Met.
animals parade across an ivory page Continue reading →

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June 16, 2020June 17, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Sea | Flowers

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Down in the channel the tide inhales and
seaflowers fixed in the surge and swirling
rush wave frantic at tenant fish tripping. Continue reading →

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June 13, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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admirable words on hand, always

 

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Like all writers, I like words. I keep a list of admirable words on hand and every so often I’ll pick one and say aloud, ‘Yes, quiddity.’ Continue reading →

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June 9, 2020June 9, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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A lovers discourse

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after Barthes

My language trembles with desire.
It is as if I had words instead of fingers
(or fingers at the tips of my words). Continue reading →

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June 8, 2020June 9, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Slippage (Quadrille)

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o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
Continue reading →

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June 3, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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