(after William Bronk)
back then was much the same
the scope, the skies:
blues and greens, scarlet cloud-tops
the moon electric on the washing line. Continue reading
midwinter (out my window)
poem
Decision tree
in Frost’s wood two paths diverge
— life/regret as
Bayesian algorithm. Continue reading
13 ways of looking at a pandemic
(after Stevens, closely)
I
Among twenty locked-down blocks,
the only moving thing
was the patrol car. Continue reading
The castaways
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
O beautiful day
Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list). Continue reading
Love song
…of the Powerful Owl (Ninox strenua)
:
(a)typical silhouette V-shaped
flies on super-soft-silent
(into buildings, cars, transmission lines) Continue reading
at sunset
the sky in manifold scenes – painterly
overhead, slate hankies frayed by the winds; Continue reading
Abecedarian
Good Friday 2020
The streets are christmas quiet
tho’ closed, the houses incline Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 