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Nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Nikolay Dubovskoy I've been stuck trying to remember an old Greek adage. It seems relevant to what I'm feeling and how I want to go about relieving that "pressure", and the other pressures I have and need to vent. I can't remember the exact phrasing of the line, but it's essence I know, which I'll try to put into action below. I've noticed that my sketch book has more language bits in it than it does actual literal sketches from life. And so I guess that's where I want to sta

Frank Proctor
Dec 1, 20253 min read


Fancy Shapes
I wrote this play in 2024 and I had a lot of fun writing it. Please enjoy. Uta Barth, Ground 6

Frank Proctor
Nov 17, 20251 min read


Drawing Inward
Compared with music all communication by words is shameless — Nietzsche A quick note. Drawing Inward , as a title, is an oblique riff on...

Frank Proctor
Sep 3, 20252 min read


At the Center
Wenzel Hablik, Where to— Where From? At the Center It is heard in the silences and spaces between two worlds set apart— a bridge, gratefully a part— and felt in the palm of a hand that bends in service of a time forever on the heart's horizon, never arriving but always approaching, always falling away, a continual adjournment. It is unbounded as any Titan is bound. Tomorrow's abandon nothing but today's restraint in disguise; every yes a future no , every shift away a return

Frank Proctor
Sep 3, 20251 min read


This is How You Drive Six Feet of Piss
The title of this poem came to me in a dream. My stubborn habits alter not by time, They are the same today as yesterday, Unheeding the...

Frank Proctor
Sep 2, 20251 min read


Hyades
I wrote this poem in the spring of 2024, and through the magic of Duotrope, I was able to find Grand Little Things....

Frank Proctor
Aug 29, 20251 min read
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