at the Cafe
a glance, barely
— the machine glowing, the huff of steam, rattle and grind — Continue reading
quadrille
Quadrille – The sun itself
Sure it’s meant
to be abstracted at some level.
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The Christmas Comet (46P/Wirtanen): missed it
Street lights back-scatter
particulates from the Stack,
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A delay on the Northern Line
The Night Express slow on wintry tracks. Continue reading
Elizabeth Gould’s Spangled Drongo (Dicrurus bracteatus)
in the street of the sky…
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
e e cummings
like a drunk
looking for his keys
in a parking lot Continue reading
Parker’s box
gave Florida’s clouds a good rollicking then gone Continue reading
Winter’s secret
walking the existential plain
head in bright bitter light
down the hollow rutted ground
arrears
round here they empty their living-rooms onto the street Continue reading
dancing before the cameras once more
his words were the same muddle of sentiment,
self-aggrandisement and revisionism
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Peter Frankis writes 