Nomads was featured on Poetica yesterday as part of their audio/file/poets program alongside some mighty fine artists including Hinemoana Baker & Teresia Teaiwa, Don Walker & StJAM, alicia sometimes, Stephen Oliver & Matt Ottley and Nathan Curnow.
You can download the audio of the show here or if you are in Australia, you can listen in to the show when it is repeated this coming Thursday (Feb 25) at 3pm or 4pm if you are in WA.
It’s always a thrill to have your words and sounds sent out over the airwaves and it is great timing as just yesterday I sat down and listened to a new batch of tracks that Sheish and I have been working on as the follow up to The Stillest Hour which we launched late last year… so keep your ears open… some new sounds will be posted here very soon!
And here’s the text of Nomads so you can read along…
Nomads
We were dizzy with heat and feeling a little sick. All day the temperature had been climbing and it was still thirty-nine degrees. When I got out of the car, I almost fell over. The telephone pole wilted in the haze of evening and the motel’s neon sign dripped colour. Yes, there was a room, no air-con. On television, there was a film of us driving across the endless Nullarbor, delirious with laughter and sand. When the baby cried, I woke to turn the television off and the seething heat sent us packing back to the car. We drove in shifts, the baby sleeping on the back seat, arriving at dawn when the sky became menacingly colourful. The shattered windscreen bursting with needles of light. Every motel was our destination. On every television in every motel room we drove on to keep the baby from crying. Outside, the No Vacancy signs, turned to flame.
