hangs a dirigible
one end noses the future,
the other a smatter of roots.
original poetry
Decision tree
in Frost’s wood two paths diverge
— life/regret as
Bayesian algorithm. Continue reading
Into the blue (the Tomb of the Diver, 470 BCE)
winter trees incline
a wall disappearing Continue reading
A lovers discourse
after Barthes
My language trembles with desire.
It is as if I had words instead of fingers
(or fingers at the tips of my words). Continue reading
Slippage (Quadrille)
o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
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fix
— tap (dripping)
— gutter (also) Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 