Friday, March 25, 2005

new dolphin#6AB85


posted by Fran @ 3/25/2005 03:32:00 pm  

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

The Ivory Fishhook

She tosses the necklace
too many memories attach themselves
to colourful fakes
collected as they travelled

This one’s a carving, a hook
a Maori chief made for her, a fish, a fishing man—tall
or is it that all men
were tall when she stood close?

He had not kissed her, merely
moved hands over bone
gently as if the bit of horn
were breasts

posted by Fran @ 3/22/2005 05:13:00 pm  

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Fran by Fran

Posted by: fransb
Fran by Fran

posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 11:46:00 am  

Luminosity

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Luminosity

posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 11:17:00 am  

Desert noon

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Desert noon

posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 11:12:00 am  

Desert noon


Desert noon
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posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 11:12:00 am  

Meditation

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Meditation

posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 11:09:00 am  

A practice charita:


Food festival for friends

Oysters on shells
an old love

Marinara on fresh pasta
a picnic on the Adriatic
with red wine and memory

posted by Fran @ 3/19/2005 03:57:00 am