The heat reclaims the rain for the air.
Water departs every blade, petal, leaf
to become lucid particles again. Continue reading
Author: peterfrankiswrites
The problem of things
take this for inst. This thing
has dimensionality, this thing
has heft but saying what the thing Continue reading
A red-whiskered bulbul and Eliot’s objective correlative
head back calling
in the bright evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’. Continue reading
Comfort smells…(of cigarettes)
……….a warm fusty sentiment.
Amber lights diffused as if the room were on fire. Continue reading
Nonet – 2nd rain (inundation)
it’s
just like
you, always
way overboard. Continue reading
Nonet – first rain
the build up dream or allegory
weight of the air behind my eyes. Continue reading
Sonnet 18 with black holes.
The Golden Comb
Frank’s backed up. Continue reading
harbour city’s f_cked
the palm at the end, beyond the fence
a last thought of green. Continue reading
Sonnet – a different blue
Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 