B.Frank Broadsides

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Winter

The water's tone is low
a sibilance

Current carries floes
blocks channels

Mid-river shoals
are islands

Geese float downstream
in slush

B-Dog cocks her ears
steps lightly

Wary on new ice
she sips

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"Surging rivers, forgotten trails, battered trailers on the edge of civilization, B. Frank lives, well, on the other side of things." Joe Foster, Durango Telegraph, June, 2010

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Yes, dear reader, now that you have entered the place I live, my (only occasionally) storm-wracked brain, we might as well get comfortable and explore it a bit.

About the Broadsides

We’ll be rambling, getting left, lost and found, considering philosophical constructs of many colors, and celebrating the citizenry’s general tendency to push the unsympathetic envelope of survival to a point where catastrophe is foreseeable, inevitable, and the stuff of legend.