at the Cafe
a glance, barely
— the machine glowing, the huff of steam, rattle and grind — Continue reading
humour
only rain
(after Williams)
In some future time
the only rain will come
from some billionaire’s eyes Continue reading
truth is art
Morgenspaziergang
The lagoon is full of machines: small ones in the reeds
tocks and bocks, little clocks; a larger one maybe a fox (!) Continue reading
The Christmas Comet (46P/Wirtanen): missed it
Street lights back-scatter
particulates from the Stack,
Continue reading
The New Continent
What country, friends, is this?
Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc 2
another tourist-priced town,
shacks upscaled in treated pine and Colorbond® Continue reading
Once upon…
Once upon and
once again – Continue reading
The unrequited duet of the Pacific Koel
he calls
all night
in tones
that rise
that fall: Continue reading
A red-whiskered bulbul and Eliot’s objective correlative
head back calling
in the bright evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’. Continue reading
Nonet – 2nd rain (inundation)
it’s
just like
you, always
way overboard. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 