Pozieres: poor ivor (2)

has anybody seen poor ivor I think I fear the very worst has anybody … no one … poor ivor wasn't he leading into the charnel did I not see him a flurry among his troop-mates in and out of the potholes that belong to no man oh but I see him yes I think … Continue reading Pozieres: poor ivor (2)

Mouquet Farm (2): come the morning

a cup of soup? I’ve boiled the bones dip your pannikin deeply arms and legs and sundry joints a broth incendiary waits you what is it ails? your appetite gone? never mind sleep tight sleep deep until tomorrow we’ll serve some more fresh flesh new stock I am sure you will feel better come the … Continue reading Mouquet Farm (2): come the morning

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – New Book on the Shelves #Pre-Order – Devil in the Wind Voices from the 2009 Black Saturday bushfires (Poetry Anthology Book 2) by Frank Prem

Thanks to Sally for her unflagging support.

Check out her review of Small Town Kid in this post.

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Delighted to promote the latest release of Frank Prem, Devil in the Wind: Voices from the 2009 Black Saturday bushfires, which is available on pre-order for delivery on May 31st.

About Devil in the Wind

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 it has always done, but now so much more fiercely.

In February 2009, wildfires burnt through entire communities, taking 173 lives and injuring hundreds, while destroying thousands of houses and other buildings. Up to 400 fires destroyed 450,000 hectares of forest, native fauna and habitat, livestock and farmland.

In the aftermath of the fires, the voices of people who had lived through the experience — victims, rescuers, and observers — were spoken…

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Mouquet Farm (1) a corpse : a crop

what is the sound of the naked earth can you hear the horizon line sticks sticks that were a forest once sticks these sticks that were a home ghosts and brown water fill the shell holes ghosts and bones and rising smoke plough this field a crop of corpse plough it smooth when war has … Continue reading Mouquet Farm (1) a corpse : a crop

(what if I hear them) whistle and cry

I hear the dead cry out in the colours of the burning night even my shadow bows down before them these are the stranger days with ghost silhouettes that I can see this killing ground is the shade of dying fire and I am alive I wonder why I am alive perhaps to play the … Continue reading (what if I hear them) whistle and cry