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memory

Zombie

A golden shovel for Margaret Atwood quoting Rilke.

Seems I’m not the only one interested in the poetry
of the dead. I know I should let lie – the past is the past.

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December 17, 2020January 1, 2021 peterfrankiswrites
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Photo restoration

CONTENT WARNING: This post contains some strong language and concerns domestic violence.

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October 13, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Archaeological (Flora AD 79)

Flora

she has her back to us

her neck, bare feet mid-stride
house girl / nymph / Primavera / PR goddess
turned to reconsider some old weed Continue reading →

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May 5, 2020May 8, 2020 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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The river

Hu_Ming_rapids,_River_Min,_China_by_John_Thomson_Wellcome_L0056329-2

[this looks much better on my site]

…on the desk the hands are lit.
Men are shuffling their feet,
tidy nails, a ring, a scar across the pinky —
watch hands & listen to the men… Continue reading →

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September 10, 2017September 10, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Sonnet

unmade bed

Caught in the flux, memories shift again — each turns
an unmade bed. Words rearrange, meanings undone.

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August 7, 2017October 1, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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