cloudy face prayer

lord this is earth I am alone too far from water- blue we look from where you gaze on us we are that colour not only sky above but there's a sea somewhere that's running too I try to catch a glimpse of you in between the picture-faces made by clouds they're only distorted scenes …

this is mine

I'm making this my own from gun-metal blue salt water to orange fruiting of the sun I am ankle deep in the sand of low tide running out fast in the chop of a wind that has raised heads white at the top of driving waves full of fizz in the black of a night that fades behind …

arthur and alice

arthur and alice found each other one day back in fifty-nine he was a young man with hair slicked and tongue tied no aspiration greater than a seat at the flicks with a girl as beautiful as… alice was a slender reed hardly of an age to say yes to next saturday night if her …

april moon

all through the cooler nights of april I wrote my songs and stories pausing only for moments taken to gaze into the pallid mystery of a poet’s moon that shone sometimes a feeble glow sometimes hardly present yet at other times a golden balloon abreast of the horizon at first rising I wrote down almost …

materinski jezik – the mother tongue

Frenk, tell me, why you not use you mother language some more, hmmm? You speak Australski, yes, but this is not you mother tongue. You mother tongue is Hrvatski, you call him Croatia, no? That is language you was born with and you papa and mama speak him. Why you no speak him more? Why …

Losing Sleep About Perfection

My father is losing sleep about perfection. A man who, all his life, pursued the plumb straightness of his lines is watching, without capacity to change, the ups and downs and wavering of lesser work performed in his domain and he doesn't sleep well. Not anymore. My father is calling helpers in these days. He …

politika of the pipples

So! Frenk! You are skippi or Evropski - from Europe? Da, ja isto - me too - but you have lived here all life, yes? I am only here few years. What do you do? Oh, poet! We have many poet in my country, is long tradition, very politik, you know? Telling pipples istina - …

lygon street

lygon street is alive tonight it's only a thursday but there are bodies everywhere looking for a feed in the evening I can't avoid a spruiker standing outside with his best moustache and a menu twitching at a chance to tempt me in with a free red wine and something special but I'm just walking …

tango

Frank's spoken word audio recordings available to listen here. I can't dance the tango I am strictly still a watching man who cannot dance to Latin but I saw that guy wiggle his behind in a fancy little shuffle while his girl almost popped out... why is she hanging upside down? I swear she really …

maketh the man

You might like to listen to Frank read maketh the man  on SoundCloud as you read the poem here. Worth the effort. she drew her hands from the pool squeezed and shaped the mud sang a murmur while patting the form la la la-la-la la la and moulded a small man-figure that she sat down …