Netflix Has Nothing On This: Review of BNT’s Steel Magnolias

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

Little gigs in funny places / Dec-Feb

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

october & november gigs

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

Fallout video premieres

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

Pandemic Poem #57 / Homo Significans

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

Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence

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