THE WORD


A TIME TO PLANT

We live in cycles. We plant, we harvest. We sleep and we wake. We sit and we stand. We go to work. We come home. The sun hangs high. The sun hangs low and the moon turns from quarter to half and from new to full. We have seasons of joy and seasons of sorrow. We move around the sun one year at a time. By spring, summer, autumn and winter we are sustained. We are held by these cycles. They make some sense of time and our daily routines. And they keep our vegetable gardens producing what they should, when they should!

Our Open Microphone events have their cycles too. We are entering our  fifth season this month at the Dangerous Kitchen and NgAng’s Gallery and our 33rd (I think) year at the Mussel Inn. That’s pretty cool when you think about it; pretty cyclic!

We have two 30 Minutes of Glory sessions at the Dangerous Microphone in September featuring Hannah & Sachi and The Pete Flynn Project. And at Acid on the Microphone  we have the Golden Bay/Nelson Poetry Slam (email: mark@drycrust.com to enter) taking the stage. Pot Luck Tea with feasting is back at Nganga’s Gallery in Collingwood.

You can read all about these community-planting, open -mic events in the following pages. You would certainly be most welcome at any of these events. Love to see you there.

Peace
Mark Raffills
Golden Bay Live Poets Society

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Time

The old men and the coal star

 

Planting spring seeds,
calculating the risk
yet of frost,
we are the old men,
seedless now.

We tend our gardens,
backs stooped
to the shovel,
our hands polished
by the push and pull of the hoe.

And in the evening,
the coal star
hovers in our night,
sparkles in our eyes,
the seed pushes against the dark.

 

Mark Raffills

 

 

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