My spoken-word poem, ‘Something’, was published in audio in the August edition of Baby Teeth Journal. I was honoured to be chosen as a featured contributor for Baby Teeth, an online publisher of literature and arts.
Click here to listen to the poem, or read the transcription. It’s free to access.
‘Something’ came about after a mellow night of writing in my room, recovering from the post-gig blues that sometimes follow the intensity of live performance. I had lots of fun producing the soundscaping for this piece.
I’m a little bit in love with journals like Baby Teeth that offer multimedia publishing options. There aren’t many like it; many journals, even if they publish exclusively online content, are tied to print as a basic format, and it can be difficult for spoken-word poems to find a home in that world. Baby Teeth support a whole range of traditional, digital and new artforms, and are also committed to giving voice to emerging writers. I’m especially thrilled to be included as Baby Teeth are based in Illawarra and South Coast where I grew up.
They’re also 100% supporter funded. You can support Baby Teeth Journal for as little as $1 a month, which gives you access to exclusive content like my creator interview.
Check out the rest of my poetry portfolio for more poems to read, watch and listen.
Here’s a poem I wrote back in my early twenties, in homage to one of my favourite people, and poets, Π.O. Born in Greece, he migrated to Australia in the 1950s and was raised in Fitzroy, Melbourne.
Π.O. is a remarkably prolific and innovative poet, a unique Australian voice, incorporating ocker and migrant languages into his work, effortlessly spanning poetry concrete, number poems, and spoken word. The fattest book on my poetry shelf by far, surpassing even the Norton Anthology, is Π.O’s remarkable 740 page tribute to Fitzroy, 24 hours. He’s gone and done it again with Fitzroy: The Biography.
I was lucky enough to meet Π.O. as a student around the time I wrote this poem, but unfortunately he shouted me a lot of scotch so I remember nothing of the sage advice this mentor bestowed. However, what has stuck with me is the permission to be bold, experiment, play, love language in its most ordinary forms. As a performer, I love the attention he pays to all the stuff apart from words – pauses, glitches, accents, tone, expression.
Thanks Π.O., you wonderful troublemaker.
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