time and Katy

what Katy did I must admit was not something I expected I had thought that she might like to fly and she sings you know a whisper carried on the breeze sometimes she idles hours away sometimes she stretches out wing to wing so pretty but what Katy did was to immerse herself just like … Continue reading time and Katy


his sky

he wished to see the sky he looked inside himself to find his dreams his hopes his pride he gazed up beyond the clouds into the blue ~ Poem #495 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Review of Small Town Kid by Frank Prem

Thanks you to Mick Canning for his wonderful review of Small Town Kid.

I’m off to the mountains for an overnight stay in a tent tonight. I think Mick might enjoy that. Check out his writings about the Hill Stations of India.

Mick Canning

Small Town Kid (Frank Prem Memoir Book 1)

I have enjoyed Frank’s poetry ever since I discovered it a couple of years ago.

Small Town Kid is a book of poems about growing up in a small town in Australia during the 1960’s and 1970’s. The town is provincial, the way that small towns invariably are, where everyone knows everyone else, and everyone else’s business.

In those days, a small town was very different to a small town today, now the internet and social media have changed even the slow-paced life of these places forever. And so those of a certain age will recognise many of the situations and much of subject matter of these poems, while to those much younger they may well seem almost alien.

Rich in emotions, as well as in visual detail, we listen to Frank describe experiences such as hunting rabbits, letting off fireworks, and going on picnics, turning his nose up at…

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