he stepped into the orchard where the rays of the sun fell on him like a honeyed stream a daze of light flowers full on the boughs a bent invitation seeking with a touch to pollinate him fruit strange fruit everywhere all around him the one he brushed with a finger shone a glow then … Continue reading consumed by the poem (rare fruit)
above you the clouds hang low above them the sky further the stars beyond the blue but in between lies the sun there lies the sun and it is burning ~
he began his song in the bass notes an easy reach for him that he could feel reverberating in his chest a contentment akin to the purring of monks the comfort built within and the pitch slightly altered he himself felt lighter the song progressed the singing altering altering he lighter clearer perhaps a little … Continue reading singing: high and clear
My thanks to Ms Jade Li for this wonderful review of my Small Town Kid memoir. Ms Jade Li's review is such a thrill for me, that I reproduce it in full, below. 5.0 out of 5 starsA Poet's Walk Through His Childhood in a Small Australian Town December 14, 2018 From the dedication poem, “I … Continue reading Small Town Kid – review
how does a creature climb so high I will ask the wind to sustain you ~
he raised a staff of lightning up sent a shaft into the clouds with two hands he brought the staff to ground spoke the name of thunder thunder-r-r-r it rolled the clouds lit as though by a light inside- a flicker- a strobe- a message spoke back the sound that the staff had called spoke … Continue reading at thunder
fly me to the jaws of life of death of living at the margins fly out beyond the sky to the dark Of space to everything I leave behind me and I will embrace the thing that's coming I will take what is there take anything that names me fly high the moon fly high … Continue reading to the moon
the storm was nearing gusts of singing wind sounded then softened and silenced while higher up the sky was a-scud with the movement of billows and frowns he removed all his clothes except his red jockey underwear and wandered outside in the middle of a still moment he lay down on his back in the … Continue reading the freedom of storms
are you there little bird immensity hides you away from my eyes ~
My thanks to Yecheilyah (EC) for allowing me a place on her wonderful Blog.
I’m Frank Prem, and I live in a pretty little town called Beechworth, that’s nestled not far from the Victorian Alps in Australia. It isn’t famous for the Alps, though. Beechworth has a gold mining history that dates back to the 1850s, an association with an infamous band of bushrangers (outlaws) (The Ned Kelly Gang).
That’s the old fame, and it’s a well preserved and highly successful tourist town off the back of that, but in this day and age it may just be as well known for its bakery (The Beechworth Bakery), which seems to draw folk to it from everywhere and is almost too full some days for me to have my before-work cuppa at six in the morning. Not really, but it gets very…
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