Hi Joe,

Thought I'd submit some pieces for your consideration for Nightingale.

Regards,

Frank

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the hostess gift
~~~~~~~~~~
she said she thought that maybe
she was born to this
it comes so easy

pleasing
when they go home laughing
contented
and tell what a rare time
was had by one and all

it's really only cooking up a meal
and decking out a space
letting children have their head
in a small world of chaos they can control
while we proceed
with a certain lack of formal air

step across the solid semi-sculptings
canvassed art and poems
laying on the floor still
from the last imprompted
exhibition and recital
in the kitchen while the soup cooked
as we sipped sauvignon
swirled from the elegance of champagne flutes

it's giving everyone a taste
eliciting opinion on the flavour
and never never being ready
not quite ready when they come
an invitation to involvement
from the start

most of all
she said
she believes it comes of
wanting to

(c) 2002

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broken english
~~~~~~~~~~
I can hear it on the streets
when I walk into a milk-bar
to get a paper in the morning.
The guy will say something
to his lady or the kids.
Doesn't matter where he's from
I can mostly understand it.

I hear it when a woman rings the phone
and says it's a wrong number, sori.
She meant to dial somebody else
but the sounds are much the same,
so familiar
it makes me want to go home
to see the people that say:
Frenki,
kako si?
You go ok,
Frenki-boy?
Good, good, dobro.

I wonder how my mutti is,
what tata has been getting up to,
and oma, and teta.
Uncle Damyan.

It's time to go home.

(c) 2002
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finding a place
~~~~~~~~~~
where shall we live
I was thinking perhaps
we might take a look around Edithvale
or Aspendale
maybe Bonbeach
or the Patterson Lakes

somewhere close to the beach
the cheap side of the highway
not far from the train
and a school
with no less than three bedrooms
and two places to work
an office for me and your studio

wouldn't it be nice to find
a place we can pay for
that doesn't need toil
and isn't the worst house on the street
do you think we'll be lucky like that
or will we be saddled
with a mountain of debt
from the peak of the bubble
buying at the wrong time
regretting our haste

it doesn't do to fall in love
with the first house you see
but did you notice the colours
the rich warmth of brown
and the love that the owner has used
in the placement of pots and ceramics
through the garden
we could soon make a wall
to screen off that work space
I've been swept off my feet
by the sun room

the ceilings are high

indian slate on the floor in the kitchen
the stove was imported from Italy
it's as neat as a pin don't you think
we could be happy here
but

it's a little too far
from the beach and the train
really it's a measure on the small side
and will take every penny of budget
this is only the 'Heights'
not the main drag

it might not appreciate

a shame
when the house is so pretty and warm
we might have been happy
it doesn't do to fall in love
too fast

(c) 2002

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