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surf

Not the thing itself, only ideas

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after Wallace Stevens

Snagged on the headland’s ironstone the storm drains the bay. The water’s surface is electric (with possibility), rain inscribes Pythagorean forms – trios, polygons, hedrons – onto the second-rate swell. Continue reading →

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September 4, 2018September 5, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Evening at South Beach

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All day the southerly blew hard on the face of the the sea until, finally, around evening the wind died. On the north side of the peninsula the water was luminous  – green and pink waves lined up to pearl on the cooling sand. Continue reading →

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April 18, 2018April 20, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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