A Poetry Archive

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.