Forget the sass of the satirist – spell it out: plain please.
And if some are sulkier for their likenesses and aliases
on-screen for any super-user’s pet pretense
let them fester I say; Continue reading
poem
Chirp
between the sirens and creaking keels,
pines in sunshine and the crescent moon
jagged by clouds Continue reading
on this particular rain
that so tentative ticked on my roof last night
wouldn’t rouse any but a sleeper on a promise Continue reading
Plums
(a reply to William Carlos Williams’ This is just to say)
got your note
(juice-stained). Continue reading
The fungi replies (to Cathy’s real country garden)
I don’t know if they are artists’ pallets,
or horses’ hooves
it used to matter, but it doesn’t now.
They grew slowly, in dark arcs
and could support a book.
Their lips are white and moist
But speak another language. Continue reading
feathers
the early rising
the water falling Continue reading
Fair comment(s)
Looks like a fair
I cannot believe. Continue reading
So electrical (2)
Here we are on the edge — to leap or resile
into something new. Continue reading
Landscape with the fall of Icarus
I
Because I couldn’t get
to the Musees Royaux des Beaux-Arts in Brussels,
given the flights
and the season Continue reading
Villanelle on historical relativism
It’s not hard to pull down a statue, happens every day.
Granite, bronze or concrete — it makes no difference my dear,
they come down quite easily, if there’s a will there’s a way. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 