Feeling Out Loud
With last night’s opening of Steel Magnolias, Ballarat National Theatre returned to tread the boards for the first time in 2 years. The audience too - some chose to stay in masks - were feeling their way in what would’ve been for many a first night out to a live performance in a long time. … Continue reading Netflix Has Nothing On This: Review of BNT’s Steel Magnolias
Poet Megan J Riedl & Songstress Amie Brulee are taking their creative camaraderie all around Ballarat this Summer. In this series of six short outdoor concerts, they’ll sing great songs, read great poems, tell interesting tales, ask creative questions and have a whole lot of fun with you in some unconventional surroundings. Can you find … Continue reading Little gigs in funny places / Dec-Feb
You can now listen to my award winning spoken word poem on the Melbourne Spoken Word website. https://melbournespokenword.com/2021-xyz-prize-winner-megan-j-riedls-single-white-female/
Upcoming spoken word gigs! Plus a tiny bit of a theatre thing. It’s all happening! It's Not a Compliment Open Mic Night Sunday 24th October 7.30pm Join us for an evening of performances. The night will be a great way to get involved in our upcoming Our Public Spaces campaign, and to connect with our … Continue reading october & november gigs
Let's Talk Peace, Ballarat asked me to create a video of the poem Fallout, and it's now available to watch online! Created in collaboration with local filmmaker Sam McColl, from Green Eggs and Ham Productions, the video was funded by the City of Ballarat Community Impact Grants, auspiced by Ballarat Arts Alive. Let's Talk Peace … Continue reading Fallout video premieres
I was very chuffed to be interviewed by the delightful Silvia Canton Rondoni from the new Pandemic Poetry Podcast, based in Canberra. I performed No Pockets and chatted about how the poem came to be, and about my spoken word practice in general. You can now listen to the episode on Spotify.
I heard this term on a podcast and it intrigued me. Now I have a term for something I have always known - that humans are meaning makers, and that making meaning and communicating it to others is the essence of being human. Something that is so much hard to do from lockdown. Homo Significans … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #57 / Homo Significans
An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown. The Sound of Silence can you hear it? the clock tick tock tick clockand my breath a bird, nestingnestling bird in the hedgeand my breath can you hear it? the sun beamsdreamy sun streaming in the dust motes dancingto the garfunkling soundof … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence
Any one else getting a little queasy with 2021? The Lock Down Roller Coaster We pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off again, smaller, diminished