Saturday, March 16 @ 10:30am
Joe's Market Garden
34 Edna Grove,
Has an Open Mic?
Joe’s Market Garden in Coburg invites lovers of nature, poetry and spoken word to come along and share a crisp autumn morning outdoors sharing poetry at the Farm Gate.
Autumn theme – loss and letting go, moving thru, sowing the seeds for the future harvest, words to nurture and prepare us for the oncoming winter months.
This open mic event welcomes new and emerging poets, established and published poets, read your own words or other poets work. Curious and supportive audience members most welcome.
Joe’s Market Garden is a dynamic community space, the poetry gig has a relaxed and supportive atmosphere. Be prepared to go with the flow, be outdoors in the veggie patch, relax and exhale.
5 min. open mic spots, register on the day.
Joe’s cafe has great tasting coffee and fresh pastries for purchase – a perfect poets breakfast. Located in Coburg, 2kms north of CERES along the Merri Creek bike path, this two-acre plot has been farmed continuously by Chinese and Italian gardeners for over 150 years – Joe’s Market Garden is Melbourne’s last surviving inner-city market garden. There’s always something to do in the garden.
This open mic is outdoors and we are in Melbourne, remember to take care of your fragile human vessel – we suggest you bring a hat and sunnies, or an umbrella, gumboots, sandals, …etc.
All Ages. Alcohol-Free.
Hosted by ‘the patron-saint of Melbourne poetry,’ poet and photographer Michael Reynolds, what began as a one-off gig on Valentine’s Day in 1999, has turned into one of the longest running gigs in Melbourne, now hosted every second Tuesday at The Brothers Public House, with a diverse range of features from Melbourne and sometimes from beyond, and a substantial space for open mic, it is great for first time readers or performers.
This venue is not wheelchair accessible. It has an automatic door entry, and a small step but no wheelchair accessible toilets.
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