the Strausian bum bu-baaaam of sunrise
gangs(ta) kookaburras are tee-tee-tee hawing Continue reading
outside…
birds
Rewilding – a haibun
…yesterday on the radio, the 6.00 am news. Continue reading
The unrequited duet of the Pacific Koel
he calls
all night
in tones
that rise
that fall: 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
Sonnet – a different blue
Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
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Not the thing itself, only ideas
after Wallace Stevens
Snagged on the headland’s ironstone the storm drains the bay. The water’s surface is electric (with possibility), rain inscribes Pythagorean forms – trios, polygons, hedrons – onto the second-rate swell. Continue reading
Elizabeth Gould’s Spangled Drongo (Dicrurus bracteatus)
Winter’s secret
walking the existential plain
head in bright bitter light
down the hollow rutted ground
Bucolic (MM beach 34.48°S, 150.91°E)
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
Peter Frankis writes 