A seiche over flat water Continue reading
sonnet
Sonnet 18 with black holes.
Sonnet – a different blue
Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
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still Sunday morning
waking with the self (still)
an unanswered alarm raucous
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Change
The old men talk about Skopje at the pool where
I do my twenty. Drum-tight bellies becoming boulders.
Swim? Never, but they can’t wait to get their gear off and recline
– bronzed Aristotle and pupil – on the warm cement. 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
Sum(mer) sonnet
If I were to engineer a blind here
obscuring all of this bright summer’s day,
and thru the tiniest chink, like Vermeer
or Newton, a memory-spectrum display. Continue reading
Sonnet (EM spectrum)
Given there have only ever been a handful of emotions —
tho, as our eyes evolved to particular lines in the spectrum,
so our sensible hearts may be dumb to all the high-energy
bursts & low-frequency murmurings which rain on us daily —
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A reply to sonnet 17
Our love’s not horticultural. It’s not about
flora – roses, carnations – or geology.
There’s no mystery to our love other than why
we persist with something as unhealthy as this. Continue reading
Sonnet
Caught in the flux, memories shift again — each turns
an unmade bed. Words rearrange, meanings undone.
Peter Frankis writes 