*Runningwritten moon* by Brad Frederiksen

If there was no internet
I would runningwrite you
a crescent moon with negligee.jpg

I’d fold it near the bottom
and I’d fold it near the top
into a little runningwritten
circle envelope.

Upon a piece of stretchie string
invisible but true
I would fly my runningwritten crescent moon
across the sky to you.

It would spill in through your window
and light upon your hair
with all my runningwritten love.jpg
for you.


Brad Fredericksen, Sydney, Australia

Dots by Brad Frederiksen

Ancients gazed to heaven and detected dots
Winking points of light became connected dots

Embracing in a field of forget me nots
Devoted lovers dwell within dilated dots

The frame that sets our vision leaves a world without
Silent, unseen shadows – disconnected dots

The static on the edge requests of patriots
To trace their borders well beyond selected dots

My name does not determine who my friends are not
Nor ought my place of birth impose rejected dots


Brad Frederiksen, Sydney, Australia