2017 FSP Memberships due!!

FSP memberships run on a calendar year, so they are due now. Membership are the primary source of income for FSP, so if you attend FSP events, please consider joining up, so that the FSP event and publication programs can continue to flourish. Only FSP members are eligible to be included in the annual FSP Anthologies.

There are several membership options including discounts for regional groups and pre-paid annual subscriptions for the City Meetings. Click here for more details, including downloadable membership forms.

FSP at St Peters Library: Saturday 4th February, 2017

Friendly Street Poets Community Reading

2pm – 4pm, Saturday, 4th February, 2017
St Peters Library
101 Payneham Road, St Peters

The afternoon features poet Mike Hopkins.  Mike’s poetry has been published in journals and magazines in Australia and Europe and has featured on both local and national radio. His chapbook, Selfish Bastards, was published by Garron Press in 2016.

Other guest readers include Jill Gower, Darrell Coggins, Louise McKenna and Ian Gibbins (MC).

You are invited to read your own poetry at the open mic section part of the program following afternoon tea, or just relax and listen.

Any poem read at the reading is eligible for selection by our editors for the annual Friendly Street anthology.

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Poetry on the Fleurieu: Sunday 12th February, 2017.

Get your monthly fix of poetry down at Goolwa!

Signal Point Art Gallery Theatrette

Laurie Lane, Goolwa (between the Goolwa RSL & the old Goolwa Courthouse / Police Station).

Sunday, 12th February, 2017

1:00 – 3:00 pm.

featuring  Martin Christmas, who will be launching his new poetry book.

$5 to read your own poetry or FREE to kick back & enjoy the words of others. Raffles for book prizes.

This poetry event is brought to you by Alexandrina Council, Friendly Street Poets & Nigel Ford Life Poet.

For more info, including a map, click here.

 

 

Poem of the Month: Geoff Hastwell

Leonard Cohen Leaving

by Geoff Hastwell

Suddenly the air seemed so much colder;
Someone asked the poet about his heart;
“You want it darker, dear,” he gently told her,
“That dark is here now; now I must depart……”

Though ev’rybody knew this time was coming
For final summons on Apollo’s lyre,
Nobody heard the poet softly humming
’bout God and ashes and that cruel, bright fire.

He’d sent a letter to his dying lover,
The woman he’d known a thousand kisses deep;
Sad that she was weaker – he one other,
To follow soon for that eternal sleep……

Now he’s residing somewhere in the Tower,
In a lofty room he’d felt was undeserved;
But when welcomed by the Sun-God to that bower,
The poet accepts the place for him reserved.… Click for more

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