Frances MM Rebollido

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View all experimental-visual experiences of some of my writing, in a continuous stack.

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© Frances Margaret Rebollido 2018-2024

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2024

25082405 (wallpaper of...) ^08.25
25082404 (...chamois) ^08.25
25082403 (whose house) ^08.25
25082402 (in a dream...) ^08.25
25082401 (Kömorebi) ^08.25
29062401 (ocean swirling ...) ^06.29
29062403 (tripping under ...) ^06.29
29062405 (where does love ...) ^06.29
29062404 (dreaming on ...) ^06.29
29062402 (memories of ...) ^06.29
tiny man to you ^04.25

Radschlägermarkt ^04.15
love note to ... spring ^03.09

Montmartre casualty ^02.17

2023

light material ^12.08
Your subliminal stories... ^11.16
suffering from socks ^11.16
a place above my shelf ^10.21
i only felt good in the afternoon ^10.21
bozocorp ^01.23

2022

second life ^08.28
ant visit ^08.04
mantra ^07.23
lens ^04.24
season of depression ^03.24
turning 30 ^01.22

2021

work flows ^10.20
a time in my life ^08.03
ocean thoughts ^06.10
no dogs and a rainbow ^05.23
malinao twilight ^05.02
malinao sunrise walks ^03.21
after a meditation, new in the island ^02.19

2020

undelivered ^12.18
sinker wave ^05.29
life’s like that ^05.29
white noise ^05.29
the comedy of mania ^05.29

2019

Howl derive ^12.27
photographer ^02.19
love letter to the sky while in tokyo ^02.18

2018

of 2018 ^12.31
love spelt itself out ^11.10
accountability, dead watson ^11.10
a line ^10.28
ang tindera maldita ^07.01
pain, pain ^02.19
shibuya ^02.05

2017

little maddening ^12.11
self coaching ^12.10
daze for days ^11.26
inbetween ^11.19
cool electric ^11.06
heavy nights ^10.29
A. Lopez street ^10.23
sigarilyo sa kadlawn ^10.21
It took five pages ^10.08
it’s temporary ^10.05
progress report ^10.02
clouds for mountains ^09.26
monster ^09.19
moving on ^09.08
cloud ^08.28
i am realizing that ^08.25
breather ^08.21
mean drugs ^08.18
funk on some esum ^08.14
allusions to a diary ^08.14
punctuation ^08.06
amber waves (an ode to beer) ^07.29
watching planes ^07.02
dire nights ^06.18
change by loss ^06.07
good work ^05.22
asleep, most lovable ^02.14
cheers darlin’ ^02.14

2016

sweater in a dream ^11.04
baby driver ^11.04
i‘m writing ^08.16
blond I-III ^08.08
drunk on the moon ^06.18
oyster or hell ^06.17
the peaks and the folds ^06.13
coltrane’s after the rain ^06.12

2015

there is rain behind ^08.04
between flesh ^04.16
flakes of burning ^04.16
family prayer before meal ^03.12

2014

thunderstorms ^10.01
for the taking ^09.20
smoke around ^08.15
radiohead ^08.06

2013

oh woman ^03.23

2012

suppress ^10.23
perks ^08.17
Life ^08.03
moving colors ^06.27
no rhymes ^06.09
beads of light ^05.25
soliloquy ^05.25
hunger dreams ^04.30
white steed ^04.12

a sarcastic drama written impromptu with a friend ^03.19

condition your mind ^02.27
time ^02.20
Home ^02.18
as i read the house of leaves ^02.12
cracked ^01.27
a litter of metaphors ^01.24
^!cutter ^01.24
here’s how ^01.13
a note on style ^01.10
about Facebook ^01.08
feet on my hands ^01.06

2011

on technology ^12.30
red tape ^12.30
^!ideation ^11.02

lessons from the first day of work at the microscope store ^09.15

salutations to the ghost of you ^07.30

boy of the cloud mountains ^07.27

edge of desire ^07.14

apathy = peace of mind ^07.14

dome of blue ^06.15
hermit confessions ^05.18

bitch from up north ^05.04

2010

a poem for my grieving grandmother ^12.22

infidelity ^05.09
keep the faith ^04.29

who left the lights on? ^04.27

2009

monologue ii ^11.01

monologue i ^11.01
if only ^10.31

pronounce your steps ^10.31

the price we pay ^10.28
please be safe ^10.26
bipolar ^10.20

2008

insomnia ^12.19

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16 November 2023

suffering from socks

<in the Café Luzia in Berlin>

my socks keep running
down my feet
bunching up inside
my shoes
but I am still prancing down
the streets
of Autumn Kreuzberg.

the canal foliage is alive
with a vengeance, or an apology,
for its unrelenting grey
when I last strolled through it
in the winter of 2022.

(there was really no way around the death of it)

Autumn Berlin flirts with me now,
and I could go on and on
walking with my socks
bunched up inside my shoes.

<the waiter just kindly brought a candle to my table as i scribble furiously>