#03: a daytime picture of a nighttime song

from the position of the bed and the angle of the curtain the almost sexual curve of the curtain rail I believe that I could mount the television and fly first around the four bays each one another soul then down the corridor in search of air the nurses station is just one bending over …

#02: ask the grunt (who knows)

and now there is reason to think about life suddenly the questions multiply I lie on my back between asleep and awake an nothing that I know is the same the blinking of the box that keeps on doling out my life is like a song that sings this has not been enough but the …

5***** Review: Devil in the Wind — Indie Reviews

5***** Review of Devil in the Wind by Frank Prem, poetry blurb: Devil In The Wind is an account of catastrophic fire and its immediate aftermath. In this 21st century, the whole world seems to be on fire. America burns. Europe burns. Greece is reeling after its own tragedy of fire. And Australia burns, as …

alight below

I light my fire in water my flames make their own space I send my heat rising to the waves my smoke is plumed my plume is bubbles my bubbles are a bursting of heat I light my fire in the water I watch it burn the smoke that rises from the sea is the …

in colour (my love)

I who have loved you through all your shades and every colour look on you now and am amazed for you shine you gleam in every light you hold the sun and the night time the colour of an evening first breaking of a new day I have loved you so through every shade changing in …

alone

he closed the doors and was alone in the house alone with the rhythmic tick of expansion contraction of the heater in the lounge alone with the growing fading passage of reflected lights from a passing car washing along the road outside alone alone but for the warmth of the light from his bedside lamp …

turned chill (changed)

let me look at you now you have changed once I knew exactly who you were but now you have changed I look at the company you keep nothing about you 's the same ~

bare

oh mother oh mother tripped you bare left you naked oh mother what is left for us oh mother what is left of us Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt  

within the dough

the yeast the leaven will eat the dough working it from within I poor fool have only hands and fists so I wait for the bubble-rise I wait for the yeast I wait for an eruption from the heart and then I work with a pounding and I work with a punch I push turn …

Podcast on Indigo FM 88.0 21/03/2019 – Doug Wallen hosts a reading by Frank Prem

Still on the theme of World Poetry Day. I recorded a live reading on our local community radio station Indigo FM 88.0 yesterday. I'm delighted to be able to bring you a link to the reading which runs for 36.19 minutes. To listen it will be necessary for you to create a Login identity, but …