THE WORD


Here’s three months of open microphone happenings.

Comes a time to lay down the moments that will not let us go. Yeah, comes a time to close the door.  Across the cold fields winter creeps up from the estuary.  Chill evenings. Cold hope.  Time to take a break from the urgency of things; time took for warmer places to hang our hats, sing our songs, tell our poems. 

So, the Dangerous Kitchen is off on its Winter break to reopen at the end of September. The Dangerous Microphone is taking a break too – down the long roads of America! We will turn the Microphone back on Wednesday 9 October.

Hey but Acid on the Microphone at the Mussel Inn will sizzling right through. Three events coming up. First, on 8 August,  singer/songwriters Callie Lamont and Mike Kennedy will be our guests at AOM along with our regular open mic session. On 19 September  AOM presents open mic all night. And thirdly on Thursday 17 October, we have the annual Golden Bay/ Nelson POETRY SLAM. Then in November we will be celebrating 30 years of Golden Bay Live Poets. Read all about them on the following pages.

Moonshine on the Microphone in Collingwood at NgAngs Gallery got two dates coming up in the next couple of months. Thursday 1 August (another great pizza night fundraiser for Mama Love along with open mic performers), Thursday 5 September (a cosy open mic night) and Thursday 3 October maybe another fundraiser and open mic. All the info further on.

So no CRUMB in September and just a couple of reminders during October.

Thanks to everyone who has been supporting, participating and raising your voice in poem and song at all the events over the last year. You have kept the flame dancing and without you these events would have no reason to be. Heart-felt thanks, peace and a whole lot of love.

Mark Raffills
Golden Bay Live Poets Society

 

 

 



Comes a time

Comes a time to lay them down
all the moments that will not let go,
to wake up from the dream
and the long night’s travelling show.

Comes a time to close the door
because there’s no one coming through,
hope got lost in a broken heart
and the song is long overdue.

Comes a time to say goodbye
to throw away the wasted kiss,
for the iron lips of loneliness
don’t belong in a place like this.

Mark Raffills