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Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 20th, 2025

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Friction is a thing that flowers,that moves gently in the dark,

and suddenly pounces,

in the moment before the spark.

It wimpers in the wind when it’s easy,It mumbles in the corner when it’s troubled,And no-one asks have you been lazy?And no-one mentions if their effort was doubled?

I’ve seen it turn clay into gold,and the engineer into an artist,It’s not something to sit with, it’s something you hold,Like lavender in the wind, listening is the smartest.

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Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: January 13th, 2025

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I’ll write you a poem about being a runner

Something I think that couldn’t be funner

But some people hate it,

the sore legs, and the screaming lungs

but no-one made them, no ones holding a gun.

That’s why I love it,

because I’m a lucky one, but not a chosen one.

I’ve run from mountain to mountain,

saying hello in an accent from outta town

rarely receiving back a frown

Because I’m one of the lucky ones,

asking my legs to exhaust themselves

I remember it’s a choice, to put them through hell.

But I know I’m a lucky one

Some people out here a begging for food,

I run for hours, because I’m in a good mood.

This is a poem about being a runner,

Something I think that couldn’t be funner.

So when you think this practice is a chore,

beware of the life around you so easily ignore.

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Date: January 6th, 2025

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Poem:

Sundays are for snoozing,
for lazing,
for ignoring,
for eating.
Mine are for running,
for devouring,
for sunsetting,
for planning.
Your Sundays are sweet,
and savoury,
and sour,
and subtle.
Mine are rolling,
and roaring,
and ramshackle,
and rambunctious.
But sometimes,
I want a Sunday that feels,
boring,
and slow,
and cozy,
and long.
I want a Sunday that smells like
cinnamon flavoured steel cut oats,
a wet towel dried with yesterday’s scallops,
hot chips and crunchy battered fish,
And of course, lilac skies with gently perfumed cotton fleece.
Yet, I had a Sunday,
That ached and groaned,
it sweated and stumbled,
indulged and overindexed,
and it burned,
my bare skin.
Sunday’s come quickly,
and leave promptly.
I just want a Sunday for snoozing.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 30th, 2025

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Poem:

The world doesn’t need words; it needs love.The world doesn’t need cars; it needs love.The world doesn’t need clothes, it needs love.The world doesn’t need skyscrapers; it needs love.

The mountains don’t need footprints; they need love.The ocean doesn’t need boats; it needs love.The forests don’t need visitors; they need love.The deserts don’t need rockets; they need love.

We don’t need anything new,We don’t need a golden glove,

The answers exist with me and you,The answers are found with the gift of love.

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Date: December 22nd, 2025

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Poem:

My heart whirs and errhhs,

It dances and takes chances,

it moves because I do,

and it aches because I pushed it too far.

My heart is a guide,

just like the stars,

and the winds,

or a letter in the mail.

My heart knows what's real and true,

So I listen to the whirs and the errhhs.

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Date: December 11th, 2025

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Guest: Mikey Kratzer

Poem:

I knew I’d find you he said,

Shoulder by shoulder,

Smile by smile, 

Step by step.
We moved through an army of cheers,

We split a city in half.
We moved from heart,

Too fast, too fast,

Not again.

I need to make a stop,
you go,
I go.
I’m going
My race.
Your race.
At the line,
once again.
I knew I’d find you here. 

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Date: December 9th, 2025

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Poem:

I’m not sure how to do these things,

the important things -love, life, learning.

So I watch people,I watch the way they hold hands after dinner,

I watch the way they move their arms on the way to work,I watch the way they grab a pen from their pocket.

Still, I’m not sure how to do these things.the important things,love letters, journal entries, making a home.

So I try my luckI try my luck to write all the words in my heart,I try my luck to describe my day, and its boring details,I try my luck by rearranging the couches in my home in seven different ways.

But I’m still not sure how to do these things,The important things,like being embarrassed, having fun, and remembering a poem,

But I put myself out there,I put myself out there on a stage that feels foreign,I put myself out there on the golden peak of a sunsrised mountain.I put myself out there between the pages of unusual books.

After all of this,I’m not sure how to do these things.

And I realise,

Nobody really knows how to do these things.

Location: Melbourne, AustraliaDate: December 2nd, 2025

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I'd like to acknowledge the Wurundjeri-willam people of the Kulin Nation as the Traditional Owners of the land on which this podcast is recorded, where I live, run, and work.

I'd like to extend my respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait-Islander Peoples, past and present. Today, as I share my own stories, we pay homage to the tradition of storytelling cultivated by the world's oldest living culture.

Poem:A tired brain has not much to say,

moving slowly at the start of each day,

little by little coming to wake,

wasted time is the highest stake.

A smile awry,

turns to a smile at play,

with a small walk,

Opening the day's talk.A tired brain comes and goes,You mustn’t listen to it amongst the throes.

Date: 18th of November, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Guest: Ben Clement

Find him at: Good Sport Studio & Good Sport Magazine

Ben Run's at: AM.PM.RC

Ben's Poem:

Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
And the ways you go be the lines of your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
And your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well-loved one,
Walk mindfully, well-loved one,
Walk fearlessly, well-loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
Be always coming home.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

Josh's Poem:

If we were to run like flowers,

Perhaps we'd bloom like flowers,

We'd work with the wind,

Embrace the rain,

Move slowly in the sun,

And tread lightly as we run.