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FSP March City Meeting and Open Mic
Monday, 2nd March, 2020
6:00 – 9:30pm.
The Box Factory
59 Regent Street, Adelaide
Bring along your poems to read or just come and listen to a diverse range of poetry. Remember, 3 minutes maximum mic time per reader to make sure everyone gets a go and has an audience.
Sign-in from 6:00pm for a start around 6:20pm. Second session starts around 7:30pm.
If you want your poem to be considered for this year’s anthology, you must be a member of FSP (you can join on the night). Bring along two printed copies of your poem with all your contact details on them for submission.… Click for more
FSP February City Meeting and Open Mic – change of venue!
Monday, 3rd February, 2020
6:00 – 9:30pm.
Due to water damage to the Box Factory from the storm over the weekend, tonight’s FSP Meeting is moved to:
Minor Works Building
22 Stamford Court
Adelaide
Between Wright and Sturt Streets, access from Wright Street
Our first city meeting for 2020!!
Bring along your poems to read or just come and listen to a diverse range of poetry. Remember, 3 minutes maximum mic time per reader to make sure everyone gets a go and has an audience.
Sign-in from 6:00pm for a start around 6:20pm. Second session starts around 7:30pm.
If you want your poem to be considered for this year’s anthology, you must be a member of FSP (you can join on the night).… Click for more
December Poems of the Month: Judy Dally and Louise Nicholas
Living with Mr D. by Judy Dally
1.… Click for more
At 2am
or 4 pm
or sometimes
10pm
just after
we go to bed
he gets up
to make breakfast.
He asks me
“Do you want breakfast?”
And I say “No
It’s too soon.”
It’s just too soon.
2.
For some reason
his feet
don’t tuck under the sheets
so
night after night
I lift his feet into the bed
spread the sheet over his legs
and tuck him in.
Like a baby.
3.
When we sit
in a group of four
there are sometimes
just
three of us.
4.
On those nights
when he isn’t sure
what time it is
what’s going on
who he is
(maybe
who I am)
I lie in the bed
with my back to him
and make him hold me.
November Poem of the Month: Lindy Warrell
The Tourist by Lindy Warrell
It's not my country…… Click for more
this jeweled isle of caparisoned elephants
and twirling dancers chanting and
torch throwing in dazzling costumes
over pure white cloth
to a million torches and drums
thrumming in veneration.
Buddhist spectacle surround sound.
It's not my country…
where obeisance to gods
and vows are performed
in coconut frond palaces
woven for the divine when
a priest trans vests to dance
in silken sari and trance. He is the Goddess.
Cries of joy and rupees adorn Her sacred hem.
It's not my country…
where drunken tourists
lounge near-naked in hotel luxury
and palm-lined beaches
wander unheeding in
paddy fields people call home
where buffalo graze and children play.
FSP December City Meeting and Open Mic
Monday, 2nd December, 2019
6:00 – 9:30pm.
The Box Factory
59 Regent Street, Adelaide.
Our last meeting for 2019!!
Bring along your poems to read or just come and listen to a diverse range of poetry. Remember, 3 minutes maximum mic time per reader to make sure everyone gets a go and has an audience.
Sign-in from 6:00pm for a start around 6:20pm. Second session starts around 7:30pm.
If you want your poem to be considered for this year’s anthology, you must be a member of FSP (you can join on the night). Bring along two printed copies of your poem with all your contact details on them for submission.… Click for more