neveran oceanbutI sailon stormy seas waves -I’m not sure waves -no matterwhen waters surge and the kissingof saltis the tasteof a bitter breeze the slappingof white . . . a sharp wake-you-upmore alarmingthansiren call I whistle the breeze ohhh a moanfrom the galereplies and sothe wind criesa tear squeezedoutfrom my eye and sothe wind howlsa … Continue reading the restless breeze (blowing by)
A complete draft, finished and with an initial proofing done. Sent off to the printers so I can see what is what. Thought you might like a peek at the WIP cover that I cooked up. It will probably change before the project is properly finished, but it's there for now. Can't wait to see … Continue reading Sheep On The Somme – off to the printers
Phew. Three hundred and ninety one formatted pages. About one hundred and eighty images. It's been a job, but I'm satisfied that I have the interior of my WW 1 epic finished, subject to a proof read for italics and stylistic consistency. My working plan is to break the manuscript into four picture books, which … Continue reading Sheep On The Somme – Working title.
Delighted to have an interview appear in the local paper today. Scary looking fellow in the pictures, but it was a lovely chat with feature reporter Belinda Harrison from a couple of weeks ago. Pics are below. Ovens and Murray Advertiser (Beechworth) 7th May, 2021. Part 1 Ovens and Murray Advertiser (Beechworth) 7th May, 2021. … Continue reading A Bear man and his teddies . . .
My thanks go to Sally Cronin and The Smorgasbord Blog Magazine for re-sharing her wonderful review of Recue and Redemption, from my ‘A Love Poetry Trilogy’.
Pop over and take a look at The Smorgasbord. It’s a wonderful blog site to visit.
I read some amazing books in 2020 and I would like to share them again with you, updated with the authors most recent releases and their biography.
This is my review from July 2020 and is the last in the trilogy of poetry by Frank Prem that I have read and enjoyed. Rescue and Redemption – Poetry inspired by T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’
About the collection
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells . . .
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Drawing on the phrasing of T.S. Eliot’s amazing early 20th century poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (above) Frank Prem has…
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A kittle update on one more project - turning the WW 1 poems that I have done YouTube readings for into book form. For a long time I had been of the view that a book/s would be unlikely because gaining lawful copies would only be possible at considerable cost. I checked again, just recently, … Continue reading WW 1 poems – getting book-ified
Well, the Beechworth Farmer's Market is done and run for another month. I'll pop up a couple of images from the morning. It was a gorgeous morning here, and I was very centrally located in the doorway to the Cathedral (the Market is conducted on the Church grounds). It was freezing in my alcove, I … Continue reading To market, to market . . .
It is the first of May, as I write, and so the NaPoWriPMo month has finished. Below is my last. A day late, but close enough, I think. My Poem-a-Day undertaking turned out to be mostly Seventeen Syllable poems and I've been very pleased with how they have been received. Thank you. Just in case … Continue reading April 2021 PAD #30 brisk (goodbye)
a man becomes his own bookshop! Preparing books for the Beechworth Farmer's Market 30/04/21 There's a few anthologies kicking around that I don't have as stock to sell, as well. Hard to believe this lot has all been created since the end of 2018. Been busy. LOL Actually, looking more seriously at the picture I … Continue reading Crikey . . .
I'm venturing out for the first time in a very long time to try to sell a few books. I've rented a space for my trestle and a chair (and for me) at tomorrow's Farmer's Market here in town. I haven't been out an about selling books for a long time and I'm looking forward … Continue reading Out of hibernation. The Farmer’s Market