BLIND GARDENS
Through blind gardens
Beyond pale portals
Of stone buildings lit
From within by morning sun
When the waters of Acheron rose
And the old Potter gathered his children
Around him like les oiseaux bleus
My friends among them, in leaves
And dropping doves they moved
In the cold mist of the air
Their voices stirred and faces grew
Crossed the threshold, and off they flew
Like minutes, gone.
THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
"Frankel once again produces a thrilling futuristic dystopia which includes white-knuckle action, lots of sex and drugs, and a post-menopausal white-haired research scientist heroine who is trying to save the world from her own mad genius." Buy on Amazon | Buy on Whiskey Tit
GAHA: BABES OF THE ABYSS
"It's hard to put down this book, full of Frankel's autodidact ramblings and wild flights of language." Buy on Amazon | Buy on Whiskey Tit
SPECIMEN TANK
"There's more truth in this book than anyone in the biotech industries would care to admit. Plus, it's funny as hell." Buy on Amazon
Beautiful.
Stunning and softly sad. Wow.