Friday, June 14 @ 7:30pm
Second Story Studios
222 Johnston St Collingwood
Has an Open Mic?
Book tickets: https://www.trybooking.com/book/event?eid=511125
Mother Tongue is an intimate and inspiring Women’s Spoken Word event. It’s warm and inviting atmosphere is designed to encourage the Passionate, Powerful, Vulnerable, and Honest ethos which Mother Tongue stands for. With a passion for supporting the rise of women’s voices, Mother Tongue is a platform to showcases the many facets of Woman and creates a space to inspire and be inspired. This event is LGBTQ friendly and encourages any woman who has a story to tell to step up. All gender identities are welcome in the audience and Vegan chai and treats are available. With 8 open mic slots for courageous women and 2 incredible feature artists each month, this event has been carving a legacy of empowerment through voice for four years and has even gone interstate and international.
To the Ends of the ‘Verse is all open mic, all the time, hosted at the warm and cozy Open Studio in the inner-northern suburb of Northcote. Hosted by poets Justine Walsh and Emma Belle, it began as a spoken word poetry event for Belgrave’s inaugural End Of The Line festival in November 2012 and has been hosting events ever since. This event has two open mic poetry sets and a band that improvise two sets of hip hop jazz fusion. Audience members are welcome to freestyle with the band.
The venue is not wheelchair accessible.
Thabani Tshuma, winner of The 2019 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize, as well as The People’s Choice Award and The Convener’s Choice Award, performs his winning poem, ‘No Strings’ at Collingwood Town Hall.
The 2019 Melbourne Spoken Word Prize was supported by Yarra Libraries.
Thabani Tsuma is Zimbabwean born and raised, living abroad for the greater part of the last decade. His work is influenced by the myriad identity challenges of the diaspora, expatriates and immigrants, while also addressing awareness around addiction, mental health and generational trauma. He is currently in his final year of studying journalism, a 2019 Hotdesk fellowship recipient with the Wheeler centre, Featured author with Djed Press, Slamalamadingdong’s 2019 Grand Slam champion, a member of the National poetry slam’s winning team and ranked among the top 50 slam poets worldwide at IWPS 2019. Writing is the aperture through which he views the world and experiences self in relation to others.
In its 5th year, the Arts Queensland XYZ Prize for Innovation in Spoken Word is Australia’s only national arts award that recognises the growing field of spoken word and is named after the former 2010 Arts Queensland Poet in Residence, Emily XYZ, who left a deep impression on many of today’s Queensland spoken word artists. It is open to applicants Australia-wide.
This year, the winner of The 2019 XYZ Prize is Fable Goldsmith and the highest placed QLD entry is Rae White.
Home – Fable Goldsmith
I kiss her first.I wait I hold my breath, in this moment reciprocation means everythingI do not know if I can take another breath without it.I draw breath as she kisses me back I take her in, Holding on to each breathAs If I have only ever breathedunderwater,
How light she feels,How she fills the empty spaceinside my chest,How she navigates her way into my veins,turns question to meaning, meaning to answer.I surrender.my body to hersnaked and honest, tremblingThis is the first time I am not afraid. The first time another body has become a safe space.
We find each other in the dark,as our hands reachwe find ourselves in each othernavigating new worlds under bed sheets.
She tells memy body is a poemshe will never get tired of readinga trailshe will never tire of taking She tells me homeis where we both stand.
Years pass, Every time I touch her feels like the first time, I still catch my breath from her kissesHer skin is always new
Years pass, I kiss her firstShe stallsHolds her breath,hands trembling as if holding a trigger she just can’t bring herself to pull
BangHer honesty becomes a rain of bulletsand I the only target
She tells me her heart is needy,never full
she tells meher hands are travellers,that have wandered from my touch.
She tells me her mouth is hungr