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haibun

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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September 1, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Rewilding – a haibun

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…yesterday on the radio, the 6.00 am news. Continue reading →

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April 9, 2020April 10, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Not the thing itself, only ideas

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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 →

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September 4, 2018September 5, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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early morning walk (& erased)

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after Jane Dougherty

…last night’s tide left weed in lines and crescents. Continue reading →

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May 1, 2018May 1, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Evening at South Beach

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All day the southerly blew hard on the face of the the sea until, finally, around evening the wind died. On the north side of the peninsula the water was luminous  – green and pink waves lined up to pearl on the cooling sand. Continue reading →

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April 18, 2018April 20, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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La voix des océans

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The ore carrier is making a few knots out past the breakwater, moving like a slow cliff. Continue reading →

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April 2, 2018April 6, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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The Greenland shark

NOAA Ocean Explorer: NOAA Ship Okeanos Explorer: Northeast U.S.

The old mandarin’s in fruit again. Green nuggets mostly but some are already turning.

The girl is pegging towels into the pull and slap of the Southerly. The wind has dried her hair into a russet frizz. ‘Look at me,’ she says turning her head from side to side, laughing. Continue reading →

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March 5, 2018March 5, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Grey morning beach math haibun

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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 →

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February 20, 2018February 20, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Big rain – haibun

Queensland-floods

Rain like a bastard. Always big weather round here, more than our share. Don’t need radar animations or a weather app: just stick your head out the window, clouds all day escarpment gone and here in this last sunshine all it takes is… Continue reading →

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October 16, 2017October 17, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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waiting

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the grass has gone blonde (and died), the trees are hanging down and the black earth is cracking open. Continue reading →

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October 3, 2017October 3, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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