as if we could hear music inside the words
an ode we’ll hum while searching for a word
Poem beginning with a line by Gail Newman
poem
impasto morning
Tall Yellow Poem
(after Tall Yellow Man, 2003, Stephen Bird, Wollongong Art Gallery)
(Dear reader, the layout of this poem is important — I did my best with wordpress, but if words go a wandering on your screen, it’s available here as a pdf).
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The cyclist
10 November 2020. Springhill Road, Port Kembla.
After
some stayed in their cars
some got out and stood and those closest
did for him.
A Day in Summer
Paradoxical or how to read a poem
in a poem weather’s never weather, there’s something other:
behind that cloud, transitory; in back of sunshine, egg.
if it’s raining, it’s not raining; if it’s bright it’s harsh
if the valley’s brimmed with fog, well maybe…
not your touch (negative space)
to the light of September
the tender trap
hang ears in chandeliers
tie cams to hummingbird wings
bribe the barista & delivery guy
badger dormouse & eavesdrop on
spidey’s sticky lines
Peter Frankis writes 