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He's like the bird in a cage
in a pit
in a tunnel,
and he sings just to celebrate air.
Something . . .Everything . . .Nothing . . .
What do you write when you are learning to be a poet? What do you not write? Is there a breath of air taken that doesn't contain a poem buried within it?
lord this is earth
I am alone too far from
water-blue we look
from where you gaze on us . . .
A Poetry Archive visits Frank Prem's early days as a poet. Volume 1 is the first of two collections written between 1998 - 2003, and reveals the emergence of a distinctive poetic voice.
shall I write for you dear reader
the way a fish might do
in swirls and circles through the water . . .
Wild Arancini Press is delighted to bring you this wonderful journal of a poet's beginnings.
About the author
Frank Prem has been a storytelling poet for more than forty years, and has spent his working life in various parts of the public psychiatry system in Victoria (Australia).He has been published in magazines, e-zines and anthologies, in Australia and in a number of other countries, and has both performed and recorded his work as 'spoken word'.He and his wife live in the beautiful township of Beechworth in the North East of Victoria.
