Inspired by the phrase 'The delight alone or in the rush of the streets' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project I wanderstreets as thoughI have never wanderedbefore these pavementshave the feelingof newto my feet treading lightlywith a buoyancyof delight that is itself … Continue reading baylis street (in a rush)
On the road. Off to Wagga, today, at the invitation of a poet I met while reading at the Write Around the Murray (WAM) Festival earlier this year. Lachlan thought I might enjoy wandering North to read at the local poetry readings, which take place approximately monthly. On the way I thought I'd earned some … Continue reading On the Road – Rabbit Books in Wagga
Inspired by the phrase 'The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project by day I watchthe play of shine and shade oak tree twinsthat dominate my seasons how tall is … Continue reading the benevolence (plays)
Not only a wonderful review of The New Asylum, but Robbie Cheadle has been kind enough to include some thoughts I’ve penned about writing and about a current project involving WW 1 photographs and some spoken word accompaniment for them.
Robbie’s initiative in featuring poets and their work in a dedicated #PoetryReadathon is quite lovely to read and marvelous to be a part of.
Thank you, Robbie.
Frank Prem is an Australian poet who has three lovely poetry books available. His books are fairly unique as they all comprise a story told through the forum of poems which are all linked by a common thread and carefully composed to contribute to the definitive book form structure.
Over to Frank
Hello Robbie, and readers. Thanks for me having me as a small adjunct to your marvellous Poetry Readathon.
In thinking about what poem to select that readers might be interested in hearing a little bit about I was drawn to my current obsession, which involves using World War 1 photographs drawn from the Western Front, generally, and particularly the Somme Battlefield. I was struck by a couple of thoughts that I thought might be worth elaborating a little.
A little background to my writing.
I am a writer of free verse poetry, but I really fancy myself as…
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Thank you to Robbie Cheadle for a wonderful new review of the New Asylum. Check it out on GoodReads, here. Find the Robbie's Inspirations blog and links to her marvelous Sir Chocolate books and other writings here. https://read.amazon.com.au/kp/embed?asin=B07YF7XNTC&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_SZZ3Db2W39VGC&tag=mywebsit0de33-20 ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry … Continue reading The New Asylum – new review
Inspired by the phrase 'And for a hundred visions and revisions ' taken from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T. S. Eliot.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project so I lookdeeplyuntil only the linesremain the words are all blurredpast their meanings and yetI look deeperin case just in case there … Continue reading one more (to be made)
Inspired by the phrase 'A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project close your eyes close themI say turn your face upto feel the sunpouringwarm and lightand goodupon a benison and boonthat … Continue reading be this (with kisses)
It was a big week for publicity last week, and I know there are some interested folk who don't have acces to my local press, so am attaching readable (I hope) images of the feature article by N.E. News reporter and author Belinda Harrison, and a report from The New Asylum book launch by Ovens … Continue reading A little publicity.
As I write I'm in the middle of a road trip to perform poetry readings and conduct workshops in a couple of libraries and with a writing group. The dates are spread over a couple of days, so I'm spending time in a little dog-box of a motel room, haunting cafe's and the local library … Continue reading a nostalgic journey
I am singingby myselfon fridayin a cafe in dandenong singing to myselfsilentlyis more the truth earbuds inmy mouth is closedthe songis in my head rehearsal can beanywhere practice can beanything on sundayI will open up sundaycomes the voice todayis friday coffeeearbuds inand a silent song I soundquite good ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified … Continue reading (PAD #57): rehearsing (in silence)