October 8-14, 2012: William Wright Harris and Frances Macaulay Forde

William Wright Harris and Frances Macaulay Forde


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William Wright Harris
wwhpoet@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

I wake up for poetry. My poetry has appeared in twelve countries in such publications as The Cannon’s Mouth, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ascent Aspirations, generations and Write On!!! A graduate from the University of Tennessee- Knoxville, I have studied poetry in workshop settings. As a hobby, I collect places I have been published. In my work I juxtapose concrete images with abstract notions, often write in structures such as non-rhyming couplets and triadic verse, stress economy, and utilize such literary conceits as the ekphrastik poem, parallel structure, and the incorporation of mythology within my work.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Jesse Bradley and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

on her deathbed

madame monet
rests in lines of linens
& hues of blues
breathing the scent of
her life from
her children &
her marriage bed
in the sunrise
of that final day &
her husband
frantically painting
her even then

camille sur son lit de mort


ode to shusaku arakawa

untitled 1969

i have decided to leave this canvas completely blank


with straw hat

van gogh stares
out from his canvas
red beard caressed
by the wind of one
of his last breaths
eyes stabbing with
their somber dignity
posing with one of
his few possessions
before putting a
bullet in his stomach


Frances Macaulay Forde
frances@francesmacaulayforde.com

Bio (auto)

Frances Macaulay Forde writes for page, stage and screen and lives in Perth, on the Sunset Coast of Western Australia. She’s been published on the page, stage and in film and awarded in Australia, Canada and the United States. These three poems are taken from her latest chapbook ‘Love’ – details on her website http://francesmacaulayforde.com

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Frances Macaulay Forde and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Before you…

… I slept in a bed
without creases
only pulled up
the sheet to straighten
smooth – no effort at all
ready for the next dreamtime
now I love my wrinkles…


The Boffin

Bookshops are like lovers.
They numb in black & white
then seduce you with colour,
titillate & tempt your soul
until you finally let go,
find the courage to close

the book – pages which leave
you gasping… The breath of air
on your face feels like a slap.