#Poetry – Counting Sheep

So wide awake from blissful slumber. It’s noise again just pick a number!

Barking dogs, reversing truck, an ambo’s siren wish them luck. All blend to make the drummers beat, the city’s soul, the city’s streets.

This city beats a noisy drum, of sirens, cars, its song goes on.

And so I lay as if to rest and find it’s noise a sweet caress and spend some time just ‘counting sheep’ until at last I fall asleep.

Last night I woke to the sound of two apartment blocks being evacuated at 3 in the morning. Poor buggers. Two fire alarms going off and a fire truck on the approach. Then wide awake I waited.


  • Counting sheep – a very common phrase. Refers to when you have trouble falling asleep. You mentally count sheep in your head.

#Poetry – Urban Symphony

When I was at uni as an undergrad we did alot of work with found sound. It was very trendy and contemporary at the time. We’d find tunnels to tape the echo. We’d hook up electronics under mats so foot falls would be picked up as people walked over. We then combined our sounds in an app to get truly unique sound scores. These are the sounds I heard today.

If you listen closely on the breeze you’ll hear all different sounds. I hear some cars. I hear a plane, a helicopter goes round.

Meanwhile a constant hum of traffic from a bridge close by, blends with an echoed honking as a boat sends out it’s cry.

There’s the chinking sound of broken glass much like a drummer’s score, blends with a chair someone upstairs just dragged across the floor. 

This is my urban symphony. Each has a role to play. This is my urban symphony. It is my everyday.


#True story: Eaten alive by mozzies

Tonight was the last night to breathe in the smells of loamy soil and listen to the sounds of the night chorus. A chorus of birds, frogs, cicadas and other creatures that greet the night. I’m on 6 acres of fertile soil here in the  northern rivers region of New South Wales in Australia. It’s about a 10 minute drive in from the coast. Yep, it’s glorious here this time of year.

I’m leaning over the balcony of this beautiful bush retreat. There’s bush all around and a series of ponds making their way down the hill toward the road. I’m taking in the dusk and ‘gobsmacked’ at just how loud it gets. I thought the road noise in Sydney could get bad! Check out the audio and you’ll see what I mean. Pictures just ‘dont do it justice’.

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