September 1, 2026 at 5:18 AM
HOST
—she takes communion where the wall gives way
Rat in the wall, grey as a psalm sung under breath,
hoarding crumbs like relics, raising her blind pink litany —
holiness has whiskers, and it prays where no one looks.
#30in30 #PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth2026
—she takes communion where the wall gives way
Rat in the wall, grey as a psalm sung under breath,
hoarding crumbs like relics, raising her blind pink litany —
holiness has whiskers, and it prays where no one looks.
#30in30 #PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth2026
August 28, 2026 at 3:39 PM
HOST
—she takes communion where the wall gives way
Rat in the wall, grey as a psalm sung under breath,
hoarding crumbs like relics, raising her blind pink litany —
holiness has whiskers, and it prays where no one looks.
#30in30 #PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth2026
—she takes communion where the wall gives way
Rat in the wall, grey as a psalm sung under breath,
hoarding crumbs like relics, raising her blind pink litany —
holiness has whiskers, and it prays where no one looks.
#30in30 #PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth2026
I’m running a wee online poetry workshop tomorrow for the heartthrobs at @redroompoetry. Beam in from anywhere on earth. 10am UK time, 7pm Sydney time (only 90 mins). Beginners and newbies most welcome 💛💜💚🩵
events.humanitix.com/workshop-ani...
events.humanitix.com/workshop-ani...
Workshop: Animals of Love with Michael Pedersen
What are we if not animals of love? Join poet Michael Pedersen to create new work, and explore part-formed things, lit fuses, and tender curiosity.
events.humanitix.com
August 11, 2026 at 9:25 AM
I’m running a wee online poetry workshop tomorrow for the heartthrobs at @redroompoetry. Beam in from anywhere on earth. 10am UK time, 7pm Sydney time (only 90 mins). Beginners and newbies most welcome 💛💜💚🩵
events.humanitix.com/workshop-ani...
events.humanitix.com/workshop-ani...
Wild flight paints desire lines across the sky / where last night, blind, the billionaires’ rockets raved. / The rage, the curse, now blessed in the gentle drift of sunrise.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day31
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day31
September 1, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Wild flight paints desire lines across the sky / where last night, blind, the billionaires’ rockets raved. / The rage, the curse, now blessed in the gentle drift of sunrise.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day31
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day31
endings, sweet or not, breath cleaves for space, broken hearts entwine.
disentanglement as l’appel du vide -whispered promise – fate,
draws you down - the abyss beckons with bony fingers and thumbs
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
L’appel du vide - The call of the void
disentanglement as l’appel du vide -whispered promise – fate,
draws you down - the abyss beckons with bony fingers and thumbs
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
L’appel du vide - The call of the void
August 30, 2025 at 10:43 AM
endings, sweet or not, breath cleaves for space, broken hearts entwine.
disentanglement as l’appel du vide -whispered promise – fate,
draws you down - the abyss beckons with bony fingers and thumbs
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
L’appel du vide - The call of the void
disentanglement as l’appel du vide -whispered promise – fate,
draws you down - the abyss beckons with bony fingers and thumbs
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
L’appel du vide - The call of the void
In that moment, there is something like pride, that isn’t pride, / love that isn’t love alone, surprise that is genuinely surprising, / There is no word for that feeling when they say, “you saved my life.”
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day30
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day30
August 30, 2025 at 1:57 AM
In that moment, there is something like pride, that isn’t pride, / love that isn’t love alone, surprise that is genuinely surprising, / There is no word for that feeling when they say, “you saved my life.”
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day30
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day30
Playing Chinese checkers with grandad on the back veranda, /
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
August 29, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Playing Chinese checkers with grandad on the back veranda, /
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
Prepare yourself for another day. Meditate. Medicate. / Check the progress of the apocalypse. Fortify. Call Mum. / Dress for success. Choose a playlist. Breathe.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day29
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day29
August 29, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Prepare yourself for another day. Meditate. Medicate. / Check the progress of the apocalypse. Fortify. Call Mum. / Dress for success. Choose a playlist. Breathe.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day29
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day29
August 28, 2025 at 11:52 AM
My teacher kept a whale’s earbone
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
August 28, 2025 at 11:26 AM
My teacher kept a whale’s earbone
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
Stoke the flames with remembrance / fan it by speaking honourably / fuel it with stories of your own
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day28
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day28
August 28, 2025 at 10:13 AM
Stoke the flames with remembrance / fan it by speaking honourably / fuel it with stories of your own
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day28
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day28
I declare, waiting for Armageddon, the end of all things human
- amongst the debris, the lost exploitative systems of patriarchy -
you will find me raking patterns in the gravel with a spoon
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
- amongst the debris, the lost exploitative systems of patriarchy -
you will find me raking patterns in the gravel with a spoon
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 27, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I declare, waiting for Armageddon, the end of all things human
- amongst the debris, the lost exploitative systems of patriarchy -
you will find me raking patterns in the gravel with a spoon
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
- amongst the debris, the lost exploitative systems of patriarchy -
you will find me raking patterns in the gravel with a spoon
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
The word cracked through scarred throat /
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
August 27, 2025 at 8:57 AM
The word cracked through scarred throat /
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
On escalators, as in ideologies, stand to the left / Wear the clothes that make you comfortable; wear pants for the comfort of others / Whatever the game, and whatever the rules, always play nice.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day27
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day27
August 27, 2025 at 3:54 AM
On escalators, as in ideologies, stand to the left / Wear the clothes that make you comfortable; wear pants for the comfort of others / Whatever the game, and whatever the rules, always play nice.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day27
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day27
chanting green nothings under the still
leaves of peeling eucalypts, I
kick leaves, raise hell, see the mosses cling
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
still I cling, from I know it’s Over – The Smiths
leaves of peeling eucalypts, I
kick leaves, raise hell, see the mosses cling
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
still I cling, from I know it’s Over – The Smiths
August 26, 2025 at 7:54 AM
chanting green nothings under the still
leaves of peeling eucalypts, I
kick leaves, raise hell, see the mosses cling
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
still I cling, from I know it’s Over – The Smiths
leaves of peeling eucalypts, I
kick leaves, raise hell, see the mosses cling
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
still I cling, from I know it’s Over – The Smiths
Writing one’s own eulogy is an exercise of the ego. / I should expound upon my many virtues, my gifts, my legacy, / but all I want to say in the end is thanks for everything.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
August 25, 2025 at 4:41 AM
Writing one’s own eulogy is an exercise of the ego. / I should expound upon my many virtues, my gifts, my legacy, / but all I want to say in the end is thanks for everything.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
Sunset burns into the bight / reflects sparks from clifftop binoculars. / The whales are back, trusting the ocean.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
August 24, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Sunset burns into the bight / reflects sparks from clifftop binoculars. / The whales are back, trusting the ocean.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day24
whales starve so cry the wild sea, as the talk goes
round and round, circulating in whirlpools of plastic debris, rising heat
an absence of krill, whales starve so cry the wild sea
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
round and round, circulating in whirlpools of plastic debris, rising heat
an absence of krill, whales starve so cry the wild sea
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 24, 2025 at 8:31 AM
whales starve so cry the wild sea, as the talk goes
round and round, circulating in whirlpools of plastic debris, rising heat
an absence of krill, whales starve so cry the wild sea
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
round and round, circulating in whirlpools of plastic debris, rising heat
an absence of krill, whales starve so cry the wild sea
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
unstitch the mouth – peel the mask back, and scream
– reverberate back
to the beginning - neurodivergent
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
– reverberate back
to the beginning - neurodivergent
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 23, 2025 at 6:19 AM
unstitch the mouth – peel the mask back, and scream
– reverberate back
to the beginning - neurodivergent
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
– reverberate back
to the beginning - neurodivergent
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
Anything to keep the peace, she always said / now that circumstance has shattered tranquillity / there is no excuse for silence, she shouts
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day23
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day23
August 23, 2025 at 4:59 AM
Anything to keep the peace, she always said / now that circumstance has shattered tranquillity / there is no excuse for silence, she shouts
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day23
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day23
In this modern city of churches, whom do we now praise? / The singer for whom the lane is named, or the pilgrim poet streaming Angels through headphones? / The homeless man on the cold slate steps, or the God who looks away?
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day21
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day21
August 21, 2025 at 1:02 PM
In this modern city of churches, whom do we now praise? / The singer for whom the lane is named, or the pilgrim poet streaming Angels through headphones? / The homeless man on the cold slate steps, or the God who looks away?
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day21
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day21
Danse Macabre:
we rise at dusk dance through the war zone skeleton dance with skeleton
fleshless we are the same no need for land or religion or hatred or death
we dance the dance of all dances together we dance together
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
we rise at dusk dance through the war zone skeleton dance with skeleton
fleshless we are the same no need for land or religion or hatred or death
we dance the dance of all dances together we dance together
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 21, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Danse Macabre:
we rise at dusk dance through the war zone skeleton dance with skeleton
fleshless we are the same no need for land or religion or hatred or death
we dance the dance of all dances together we dance together
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
we rise at dusk dance through the war zone skeleton dance with skeleton
fleshless we are the same no need for land or religion or hatred or death
we dance the dance of all dances together we dance together
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
madeira cake, lemony aroma draws me from my book and into the kitchen
where we eat thick slices spread with unsalted butter; did I tell you
of the time your grandma threw a sewing machine at me, the scar is still with me
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
where we eat thick slices spread with unsalted butter; did I tell you
of the time your grandma threw a sewing machine at me, the scar is still with me
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 20, 2025 at 8:12 AM
madeira cake, lemony aroma draws me from my book and into the kitchen
where we eat thick slices spread with unsalted butter; did I tell you
of the time your grandma threw a sewing machine at me, the scar is still with me
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
where we eat thick slices spread with unsalted butter; did I tell you
of the time your grandma threw a sewing machine at me, the scar is still with me
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
Watching tv, a war time drama, I thought you were asleep. / You said “I had a dress just like that.” Suddenly, there you were, / young and living in a world that I can never know, wearing that dress.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day20
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day20
August 20, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Watching tv, a war time drama, I thought you were asleep. / You said “I had a dress just like that.” Suddenly, there you were, / young and living in a world that I can never know, wearing that dress.
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day20
#PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #30in30 #PoetryCompetition #DailyPoem #Day20
cont...
And the clouds roll in on the back of your sneeze and I see clearly now you’re an old weather-mancer employed as predictor by BOM
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
And the clouds roll in on the back of your sneeze and I see clearly now you’re an old weather-mancer employed as predictor by BOM
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
August 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM
cont...
And the clouds roll in on the back of your sneeze and I see clearly now you’re an old weather-mancer employed as predictor by BOM
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth
And the clouds roll in on the back of your sneeze and I see clearly now you’re an old weather-mancer employed as predictor by BOM
#30in30 #redroompoetry #poetrymonth