sailing (to port)

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 …

Smorgasbord Cafe and Bookstore – Author Updates -#Reviews – #Poetry Frank Prem, #Thriller Toni Pike, #Writers Harmony Kent

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 …

Smorgasbord Advance Book Review – a kiss for the worthy: #Poetry inspired by the Walt Whitman poem ‘Leaves of Grass’ (A Love Poetry Trilogy Book 2) by Frank Prem

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.

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

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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a remembering

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 …

The Night Bus ebook Free for Three Days

A wonderful contribution of poetry and short stories on the theme of travel from Mick Canning.

Get it free here, for a short time (from Saturday 25th April – Monday 7th April inclusive, US Pacific Time).

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Mick Canning

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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ganache and old candles (and zoom)

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 …

April 2020 Newsletter

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a star (unwrit)

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 ~

never again (pariah)

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 …

in isolation (welcome welcome)

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 …