hang ears in chandeliers
tie cams to hummingbird wings
bribe the barista & delivery guy
badger dormouse & eavesdrop on
spidey’s sticky lines
the tender trap
dverse
A house afire
‘It started the day we moved in,’ the woman says.
‘We wake at 3 or 4 in the morning to explosions and banging,’ the man says. ‘The bedroom is thick with smoke and flames are curling up the doorframe.’
The edge
As you get closer the trail declines from wheel ruts to track, path to pad paced between grasses, an alignment of sticks, leaves, animal ways then ends — you can’t see it yet.
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the Strausian bum bu-baaaam of sunrise
gangs(ta) kookaburras are tee-tee-tee hawing Continue reading
midwinter (out my window)
(after William Bronk)
back then was much the same
the scope, the skies:
blues and greens, scarlet cloud-tops
the moon electric on the washing line. Continue reading
Decision tree
in Frost’s wood two paths diverge
— life/regret as
Bayesian algorithm. Continue reading
Into the blue (the Tomb of the Diver, 470 BCE)
winter trees incline
a wall disappearing Continue reading
on this earth
an ancient comb in the Met.
animals parade across an ivory page Continue reading
admirable words on hand, always
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
Slippage (Quadrille)
o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
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Peter Frankis writes 