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
poetry
Slippage (Quadrille)
o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
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Floodlands
1.
out of nowhere
a swollen wash of silt and logs Continue reading
fix
— tap (dripping)
— gutter (also) Continue reading
understand
my pain moved in — new to the house but familiar — he strolled down the hall with the swagger of an agent on inspection day, tutting at the artworks, the bourgeois trappings — Continue reading
Archaeological (Flora AD 79)
she has her back to us
her neck, bare feet mid-stride
house girl / nymph / Primavera / PR goddess
turned to reconsider some old weed Continue reading
O beautiful day
Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list). Continue reading
Friday favourites
Yes, I know it’s not Friday but there’s a few gems for you… Continue reading
Love song
…of the Powerful Owl (Ninox strenua)
:
(a)typical silhouette V-shaped
flies on super-soft-silent
(into buildings, cars, transmission lines) Continue reading
at sunset
the sky in manifold scenes – painterly
overhead, slate hankies frayed by the winds; Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 