I’ve also remixed some excellent music by Speck to make an audio recording of the Echuca poem HERE
and a remix of teru’s work with the YP one HERE.
i’m weary of the euphemisms
friends keep saying you’ve passed
like it was a test
meanwhile most of you went up in flames
and we’re all breathing in your molecules
on a daily basis
our conversations and your smiles
exist only in my synapses.
you were always punctual
so why do they keep calling you late?
let’s face it you’re never going
to get here
Two audio versions of My late friend:
rob walker: spoken word / production
Stefan Kartenberg – bass and beats
Admiral Bob – beats, guitar and rhodes
billraydrums – drums
Andrew Wainwright – piano, strings and horn
Aussens@iter – guitar
robwalkerpoet – spoken word
speck – production
As always, thanks fellow collaborators and ccmixter.org
Thanks to Justin Lowe for selecting my poem Free in Philadelphia for his poetry website Bluepepper. I began this one in 2016 after splitting my eyebrow following a visit to historic Independence Hall where the Founding Fathers signed the Declaration of Independence. Nothing like turning pain into poetry…
There’s also a musical version of the poem (my spoken word, Aussens@iter’s killer guitar) HERE
(image from Wikipedia)
I’m happy to be published in Pure Slush Vol. 15. It’s a short story – set in the future and titled The Question – about a middle-aged man having a midlife crisis. Thanks to editor Matt Potter for once again selecting my work. Happy to see work by local writing friends Martin Christmas and Alex Robertson too!
(The Question was awarded ‘Commended’ in the 2016 Trudy Graham/Julie Lewis Literary Award for Prose. This is its first publication.)
Last Wednesday we conducted a Vigil for the Manus Island refugees, detained by our own heartless federal government and Papua New Guinea. The event was organised by Juan Garrido Salgado, his son Lenin and the Pablo Neruda Cultural Committee SA and sponsored by Writing Through Fences. We sat – or stood – on the steps of Parliament House and read and listened to chilling poetry from the men held in the Manus concentration camp (for that’s what it is) for over four years. I joined SA poets Ali Cobby Eckermann, Amelia Walker, Ian Gibbins, Sergio Holas and Juan Garrido and speakers Lenin, Jaimie Newlyn, a whistle-blowing Manus nurse (whose name I’m embarrassed to say I’ve forgotten!) with beautiful music from Jen Lush.
I read my poem the bird leaves its cage and enters another (dedicated to Juan Garrido) and an extract from Manus detainee Mohammad Ali Malecki’s Truth in The Cage