The Josh Lynott Project

Recording date: 12th of November, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Guest: Charlie Pauly

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Poem:

I couldn't hear my thoughts,

my heart beat drowned in the crowd,

breathe in, breathe out

come back to your arms,

eyes on the road,

What do you remember running to be?

The crowd lifted me,

guided me, and carried me,

But when it all fell quiet,

I returned to myself,

A practice, and a love.

There is no noises sweeter

than my own footsteps.

Date: 11th of November, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

Running is a compass

You will be lost on a GPS

but only ever guided

truly, by your own heart

the magnets of alignment

are burried within

You mustn't let them gather dust,

That will be your greatest sin.

Recorded live in NY, November 1st,2025.

From Radio Bakery, NYC.

Guest: Tom Reynolds.

Date: 24th of October, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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INTO CARRY

Poem:

I look at the egg shells in my sink,

thinking about the mundanity of life,

It rains the next day,

and it makes me feel alive.Too many sunny days,

they all start feeling the same.A switch up,

dirt in my eyes,

everyone’s tensing their shoulders

relax,

it’s just rain.It’s just rain.I ride home,smiling.I’m alive.I’m alive.Happy for the egg shells in my sink.

Date: 21st of October, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

They gave me shivers when I was ten,Muhammad Ali from an inkjet, stapled for my friends

They were homework when I was 12,

holidays in Indonesia, and air-conditioned hotel roomsThey were letters on a plane at fifteen,interstate trips following an early dreamThey were handmade paper journals at 18,

under tables and banana trees in Vietnam.They were songs and camera settings at 19,sliding door moments, and entry passes to new worlds.They were test results and doctor’s certificates at 21,university wasn’t for me, try again.They were scribbles in Russian, Norwegian, and Swedishby travellers and lovers from worlds away.They were race times and mountain ridgelines at 23,I found a world that I wanted to be a part of.They were global certificates at 25,I could leave the countr,y but I couldn’t return.They were books and poems at 27,you’re not coming, this is all I have.They were advertisements and commercials at 28,my career changed again, I’m getting better.They were “I love yous” and “I miss yous” at 29,something I waited patiently for.They might be plans and dreams when I turn 30,I hope they’re clear and sharp and full of life.

Words have always been there,

at every point of my life

Date: 14th of October, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

A year ago:

You wouldn’t believe me,but the skies did.You wouldn’t listen to me,

but the trees did.You wouldn’t wait for me,

but the breeze did.You wouldn’t ask for me,

but the birds did.

You wouldn’t cherish me,

but the rivers did.You wouldn’t lay with me,

but the sunrise did.You wouldn’t ask for me,

but the rain did.You wouldn’t make space for me,

but the mountains did.You wouldn’t write to me,

but the flowers did.

when I wished to the sky.

when I ran through the trees.

when I ran wild in the breezewhen I whistled to the birds.

when I laid my soul out on the river beds.When I was up early before sunrise.

When I walked slowly through the rainWhen I hummed in the mountains

When I held wild flowers loosely.

I didn’t believe me.

Nature never declined me.

Date: 7th of October, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Date: 30th of September, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

Down the path, a little to the left,

our feet trod, sodden in the morning dew.

A glimpse into the wild,

amognst streets of red brick,

and bitumen painted with chewing gum and hald-eaten banana peels.

To feel wild,

is to allow the magnet to pull you.,

through steel and stone,

until you are returned

to the ground

where the trees tell you,

you're never alone.

Date: Recorded on the 16th of September, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia // Boston, USA.

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My Guest:

Lee Glandorf.

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Lee's Poem: "I Thank You God For This Most Amazing" by E.E Cummings.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Date: 16th of September, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

I am a beat

in the veins

of an ache.

I will never

be softer

than I am now.

I ask for solitude

and light

In the absence of permission.

Without, I will

no longer

be an ache,

only a stabbing pain, screaming

to be released.

I can no longer live here.