Here we are on the edge — to leap or resile
into something new. Continue reading
humour
So anagrammatic
My literal realist (so irate) selects
recital reels, assails me with artless titles —
‘tart’, ‘sl*t’. An iota I’ll alter (retort: all lies!).
Take to the costlier cast; I’ll, the elastic.
Is love still possible?
In some future time
when it’s all breaking down,
when stars fall like arrows,
can I come round?
Villanelle on historical relativism
It’s not hard to pull down a statue, happens every day.
Granite, bronze or concrete — it makes no difference my dear,
they come down quite easily, if there’s a will there’s a way. Continue reading
that ending (1)
…I saw a forest
where loneliness permeates
every sod. Continue reading
(in)constant emoji*
tears of joy face – infuses tone beautifully
eggplant – phallus – eggplant
Continue reading
Villanelle for the New Economy
Seems some people dig it, some live in fear.
Robo-called workers told get out of there.
Who’s in the shadows in back of it all? There’s no-one here.
Orson Welles’ lament, Essaouira, Morocco
Ode on an apple fritter (Erg Chebbi Dunes near Merzouga 31.08°N, 4.013° W)
O twice cooked pastry (pale brown), how camest thou,
by ochre dunes and gravel plains, hurried o’er roads Continue reading
Time: Yasmine’s heart (33.873°N, 5.540°W)
[this looks better on my site]
…is strong, so you must be strong to love her.
Many have tried but none lie as deep, as straight Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 