The ore carrier is making a few knots out past the breakwater, moving like a slow cliff. Continue reading
dverse
Over our heads (Tiangong 1)
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……………………….another
potent political symbol
shifts over our heads. Continue reading
The circumnavigation of Broulee Island, 35.857°S, 150.188°E
Grey morning beach math haibun
Blond sand blows low and hard over ankles, driftwood and half-buried trash. These feathers, eddies and vortices have been perfectly modelled in our wind tunnels and supercomputers. Continue reading
Change
The old men talk about Skopje at the pool where
I do my twenty. Drum-tight bellies becoming boulders.
Swim? Never, but they can’t wait to get their gear off and recline
– bronzed Aristotle and pupil – on the warm cement. Continue reading
Musca domestica (for Seth Brundle*)
My own fly
attend(s) never tires
schools me
in futility. Continue reading
The bodysurfers
lift together in the wave
as if for a moment
there was something
greater than us. Continue reading
Hyperbole
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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse. Continue reading
Quantum quadrille (i)
An ode (to emily)
Coming in from planting,
Mattock ringing through the valley,
Eyes bright, I only felt
you there Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 