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
haibun
Big rain – haibun
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
waiting
the grass has gone blonde (and died), the trees are hanging down and the black earth is cracking open. Continue reading
Kitty or what I know about time (2) – haibun
Here’s Kitty leaving —
Day’s gone, it’s already dark and the insufficient street lights are coming on. There’s no colour in the traffic and the pavement is crowded. Everyone is walking out of brightness into shadow, hundreds of figures moving in and out of the murk.
— and she’s gone like an arrow. Continue reading
What I know about time – haibun
[there’s a little bit of strong language in this one]
‘She’s here,’ Pete says. ‘Can you come?’ Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 