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ghost train
seeing the boy
the scream belongs to

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Balloon

Into the blue of August
a balloon has left
without saying goodbye.

Boys and girls
throw up their arms
as the roller-coaster crests.

Such a lonely dialogue.

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The 10 days of the Ekka produced some moments that will remain etched in memory…

One such moment was when this gentleman approached the stage just as we were about to kick off and asked us if we were going to play some rock’n’roll. Sheish aptly replied, I think what we do is rock’n’roll. The gentleman smiled, shook his hand and said ‘great, my name is Roy Lynes, I was the original keyboard player for Status Quo. You may have heard of them.’ We nearly fell over!

And Michael O’Neill who came along to see us everyday and joined us many times on stage for a poem, never failed to surprise us at the end of each gig with a new drawing. At the end of the 10 days he presented Sheish and I with a poster, collecting many of the drawings and photos he had taken. Here’s one of them.

No wonder I love the Ekka! ‘Til next year…

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Day Ten

After ten red daybreaks
and evenings of swirling lights

I turn my poems into breath
and scatter them

for the birds to continue
their hushed rise and fall.

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In the Shed

Taking no notice
I step in a fresh cow turd

so glad you are hear to
share 
this joy

how its smell sweetens
the city.

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Calf

As you take
your first breath
the sky is empty of clouds.

There are only seconds
in your heart
but so much wisdom.

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Show Day

Fireworks blooming over Machinery Hill
thrill rides looming behind me
and in between
a thousand silly heads.

Maybe tomorrow the sky will come out.


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Almost Ekka Time!

August is definitely my favourite month of the year. There’s QLD Poetry Festival at the end of the month and starting next week, Brisbane lights up as the Ekka rolls in to town. Working opposite the showgrounds, I have been watching the Ferris Wheel and other rides appear on the skyline during the past fortnight and it has got me bubbling over with excitement. I can already taste that first strawberry sundae…

As always, Sheish Money and I will be hitting the stage to bring a little live poetry to the Ekka, so if you are heading along, make sure you stop by the Heritage Community Stage, where we will be playing from 3:30pm – 4:00pm most days (3:00pm – 3:30pm on August 13 & 14). These gigs are always my favourite of the year… there’s nothing like the boisterous atmosphere of an Ekka crowd to get the heart pumping!

And we will be joined by some very special guests throughout the week, so you just never know who you may see jump up on stage with us!

To top things off, I was told today that a handful of my haiku have been used in an installation in the Ekka’s Dining Room. Here’s some pics:

photography by A. Higgins for ARTISAN

Roll on Thursday August 11… hope to see some of you at the show!

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People’s Day

Here in Brisbane, it’s ‘People’s Day’ at The Ekka. I am just about to pack my bags and head off to take in all the tastes, sounds, scents and sights of the show… and remember, if you are at The Ekka today, come along and see us at 5pm on The Community Stage.

Here’s a few haiku to start your morning and bring a little of The Ekka into your day.

                                                                          dodgem cars
                                                                          waiting for the sparks
                                                                          to fly

grand parade
the lowing of cattle
drowns in itself

                                                         
                                           pink nose of the bull bristled by our scent

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Ekka Daze

Our first two shows at The Ekka have been good ones. The words and riffs floating out into the crowds as the thrill rides spin endlessly and the smell of cattle takes over the city. And with the August sky smiling blue, you couldn’t ask for more…

I am currently working on a sequence of Ekka haiku for a new project, so here are two written very recently, alongside sketches of Sheish Money and myself (captured on stage yesterday) by the lovely Michael O’Neill who comes along to see us at The Ekka every year. Michael will be joining us on stage today for a guest spot so if you are there come along and say hello.

If not… I hope this brings a little of The Ekka spirit to you all on this fine Sunday.

 

                                                             Machinery Hill
                                                             the glowing ash of fireworks
                                                             in every breath

 

 

                                                              slow movements
                                                              of the sheep dog –
                                                              midday sun

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