I sailon the rainforthe worldis askew vertical isto horizontalisjust a plane and the movementis a live thingin its own way I sailon the rainlikea marinerof meteorology and the wind blows I arcas the raindropsarca ribbonthrough the sky as the wind blowson and onI skim morein angles at forty-five at sixty Itowardthe rainbow Iacrossthe falling sky … Continue reading sailing (to port)
Thank you to Sally Cronin and the wonderful Smorgasbord Magazine Blog for unearthing and posting some wonderful book reviews by authors Harmony Kent (Creative Solutions for the Modern Writer) and Toni Pike (The Magus Covenant), as well as my own Walk Away Silver Heart.
Well worth having a look at these great reviews, and a peek at the Smorgasbord, while you’re visiting.
Thank you, again, Sally!
Welcome to the first of the cafe and bookstore updates this week, with recent reviews for authors on the shelves..
The first author is Frank Prem with a review for his poetry collection – Walk away silver heart: Poetry inspired by the Amy Lowell poem ‘Madonna of the Evening Flowers’ (A Love Poetry Trilogy Book 1)
About the collection
All day long I have been working
Now I am tired.
I call: “Where are you?”
But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind . . .
from Madonna of the Evening Flowers
Drawing on the phrasing of the early 20th Century Amy Lowell poem Madonna of the Evening Flowers (above) Frank Prem has produced a collection of personal and interpersonal love poems written, as always, in the unique style that allows every reader to relate.
Prem’s interpretations breathe new life into contemporary love poetry and…
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I am delighted to share that Sally Cronin has posted her pre-order review of ‘A Kiss for the Worthy’, over at the Smorgasbord Blog Magazine.
I commend the Magazine to anyone who hasn’t yet visited. A cornucopia of interest to readers and writers, both.
Thank you Sally.
I was very honoured to be asked to read and review the upcoming release, currently on pre-order for May 17th, a kiss for the worthy: Poetry inspired by the Walt Whitman poem ‘Leaves of Grass’ (A Love Poetry Trilogy Book 2) by Frank Prem
About the collection
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes,
the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also,
but I shall not let it.. . .
from Leaves of Grass
Drawing on the phrasing of Walt Whitman’s great late 19th century poem Leaves of Grass (above) Frank Prem has produced a collection of expansive and outward looking love poetry written, as always, in the unique style that allows every reader to relate.
Prem’s interpretations breathe new life into contemporary exploration of themes of love in poetry, and utilise Whitman’s original phrases…
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april 25this anzac dayover here once every yearfolk gatherto rememberthe onesthat didn’t come homefrom a war or didn’t come homethe sameaswhen they left here poppiesat dawn this yearthat can’t be donethe virusis a warall its own this yeara trumpet soundsin the darkness and people standon the streetin frontof their houses and light candles in the … Continue reading a remembering
I think the thing I miss the most during the Coronavirus crisis is being able to travel around; being able to to take journeys. Even a day out is forbidden just now, and all I can do other than go for a local walk is to read books about travel or watch documentaries. I’m sure there are many more like me out there, eager to indulge their wanderlust in any way they can.
So here’s my contribution:
The Night Bus is my book of short stories and poems, all based around the theme of ‘journeys’, and I’m making the e-book free to download for a short period from this coming Saturday.
The link is here and the giveaway will run from Saturday 25th April – Monday 7th April inclusive, US Pacific Time (I know, but that’s how Amazon insists on setting it up! It’s 8 hours behind UK time, so…
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she said: it was a birthday an eighteenthbirthdaybutI couldn’t buy flouranywhereto bake a cake just the week beforeI had to hunt all overfor icing but noI made a ganache instead creamfor the whippingwas found somehowfrom somewhereand we dredgedsome pre-lovedcandles it was specialI supposebecauseyou only turn adultthe once and there were her friendsthe guestsall of themlined … Continue reading ganache and old candles (and zoom)
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oneby one the starswill fall though they seemso manyin the sky a wink a nod and another lightout it will beall darkby and by but the nightdoesn’t seemto notice the nightgoes on doesn’t care and it never(not once)stopsto ask perhapswhy another linehas not spoken another lineunwritby the hand justanother disposable penthat’s run dry ~
I knowwhere you were and I knowwho with is it any wonderthat you catchsuch things are you surprisedat allthat you’ve beenbroughtso low (you know)I only watchto keep you safe to keep you closeandwithin my loving gaze ... there youhave been outagain I see the signsall over yousodon’t say a word don’texcuse yourself you knowand I … Continue reading never again (pariah)
there isa kind of peaceto the good daysof isolation the skya mix of cloudand blue sunshine fallinghere and there and hereand there soundis just a cockatoo a distant dog the patterof strikesby meacross the keyboardwriting this notethat I intendfor you wherever you are I wish youa sound biteof my magpie carolling the day I wish … Continue reading in isolation (welcome welcome)