Voicebox Fremantle‘s poetry gathering next month features myself and the remarkable Maddie Godfrey, plus open mike.
30 April 2018
Cafe at The Rose, 78 Stirling Highway, North Fremantle
$6 unwaged, $10 waged
Cafe (meals, refreshments, licensed bar) and open mike list open from 6:30pm
Poetry workshop in Fremantle! Come and write with me.
Poetry is made of words, but that’s only half the story. Poets compose with silences, too. The pauses in a poem let it breathe and come alive. Explore the uses of silence through writing experiments and examples in a supportive, encouraging setting. Everyone is welcome, from old hands to beginners. Please bring pen and paper.
Saturday 28 April 2018
Fremantle Arts Centre
Presented by Jackson for Out of the Asylum Writers Group (OOTA).
Cost: $30 members, $35 non-members.
Book today by emailing Marlish Glorie, marlish at westnet dot com dot au.
OOTA’s workshops are very popular, and places are limited. Bookings are essential.
In the queue in the chemist this afternoon
I stood behind a man with a gun
An armed guard from the ATM money truck
The gun was in a holster on his right hip
I wondered whether it
I thought about the barrel
the bullet at ease
in its little room
The gun had a wooden handle
I tried to imagine
the man drawing the gun and shooting it
He aimed for the leg
I saw a suburb
I tried to imagine him
shooting to kill
The terror, the blood-rage
blown to bits
I have halved with a kitchen knife a small snake
beheaded with a hatchet a chicken for soup
clubbed with a log a cat-ruined mouse
but I haven't fired a gun
My father had a butcher's knife for sheep
an axe for chooks and ducks
a shotgun for birds
a rifle for steers and cancer-ridden cats
I saw how he worked the knife and the axe
but he didn't teach me the guns
The man in the queue was no more than 30
He had short wavy hair and a pale neck
He asked for strong headache pills
Pulled out his wallet
I dreamed X in a swimming pool a man on the side with a stopwatch a race I in the water too with others all competing
I dreamed X won because part of the scoring was on how elegantly you moved your body I just couldn't match her flow I would move nicely for a while but then my muscles would rebel a distracted twitch I couldn't get my parts to synchronise whereas she
She won a trophy “Special Class” it said and I was both jealous and glad jealous because I didn't win glad because I didn't want the trophy object cluttering my bookshelf and needing to be dusted and justified