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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Notes Running
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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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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.
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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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.
Date: 8th of September, 2025
Location: Melbourne, Australia
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Poem:
I am not searching for a timeI am not striving to attain finer detailsbeyond these kilometreson the edges of where you and I existbetween the sunrise and the sunsetI want to find the places where the world disappearsThere must be a place that is messywhere nothing makes sense
I need to keep runningtill I find what’s on the other side
Of perfection
Date: 2nd of September, 2025
Location: Melbourne, Australia
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Poem:
There is art in your heart.It lives quietly.It lives in places far away from screens.It lives at the corner of the table you eat breakfast, with no phones around.It lives on ridgelines above the clouds.It lives on the highways at 130km/hr.It lives at the bottom of a cup of coffee, in the soaked grinds of coffee residue.It lives in the conversations with friends, 3 hours 49 minutes into a phone call.It lives in the corner of the shower, tired and delirious.It lives on the butchers paper sprawled across your kitchen table.It lives at the 44th minute of your favourite playlist.It lives in the way you waltz across the floor when friends are over for dinner.It lives because you gave it life.There is art in your heart.
You have a lot to share.I have a lot to share.We have a lot to share.
We must share our art,not our worries or our comparisons.We must share our abundance,not our lack.
Date: 25th of August, 2025
Location: Sydney, Australia
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Poem:
I can’t remember the day I started
or the first time my lungs started screaming
I don’t remember my first blister
or the pressure my palms placed on my knees,
hunched over, demanding more air.
I bounded, shuffled,
sprinted, jogged,
chased, fled, hammered,
and even wept, when the string down the side of my leg
stopped cooperating.
My body became a negotiator,
making deals with the concrete,
and asking for loans,
a debt of heartbeats.I paid tax on carbon,
and became friends with sugar,
all with a blind faith,
because I don’t remember how I started,
I don’t know where I’m going,
and i don’t even fucking know,
who taught me how to run?Anybody?