Jaidyn Luke Attard

Jaidyn Luke Attard Author/Poet (There’s a Tale to This City & The Street Poet)
Publisher/Editor at Back Shed Press

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12/08/2026

😱😱 The Street Poet & There’s a Tale to This City NOW IN STOCK at Mary Martin Bookshop Melbourne 😱😱

And always big claps for Mary Martin Bookshop for being so supportive of authors. Appreciate all the love!

Readers!!! Conquer your fears & grab a signed copy before they’re all gone!!! Ahhh!!!!

04/08/2026

Street poetry in Naarm / Melbourne, July 2026. Real words by real humans. Collab with .art. Peace and love ✊🏻

Bit of silliness I wrote yesterday.Artwork by mevaAusAlert FomoAh-ha! Today’s the day!It’s on my mind all morning—in the...
28/07/2026

Bit of silliness I wrote yesterday.
Artwork by meva

AusAlert Fomo

Ah-ha! Today’s the day!
It’s on my mind all morning—
in the shower, on the train.
2pm, 2pm, 2pm, don’t forget.
At work I’m stocking shelves
grinning big to myself thinking about
the national emergency warning system.
Mass alerts for critical disasters.
Planned test-run. AusAlert. 2pm.
At 1.59pm I stop walking the aisles,
freeze on the spot, phone in hand,
waiting for the long-anticipated tone.
How exciting! A moment for all of us
to bond over a shared experience.
Something that unites us.
We can all laugh about it together.
‘What an annoying noise!’
‘Oh, I know!’
‘Well, glad it works!’
‘Anyway, back to life, I guess!’
The anticipation is building now
and some of the customers know it,
I can see it in their eyes,
they know what’s up,
and if they don’t they’re in for a shock
because it’s about to happen now.
I’m gripping my phone so I won’t miss it.
Annnny second now,
terrible suspense.

On my phone, 2 replaces the 1.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! it’s 2pm!
There are two seconds of silence,
harrowing, feels like forever.
Until at last ah-ha! a far away hum,
bmmmmm—
followed by an almost shrill-tone, closer—
beeeeeeeep—but faint, weak.
More tones from more phones
(beeee((beeeeeeeep))eeeeep)
start mashing together to form
one solid, harmonious
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
Here we go, it’s my turn baby, yeah!
And my eyes are fixed on my phone like
‘You can do it, sweetie, come on!’
but nothing happens.
Absolutely nothing.

Now I’m wondering
what the hell is wrong with me?
Why didn’t I get the AusAlert?
Why did they get it? Why not me?
Am I even real? Do I truly exist?
The beeeeeeps die off together.
A few people laugh and roll their eyes,
‘What an annoying noise!’
‘Oh, I know!’
‘Well, glad it works!’
‘Anyway, back to life, I guess!’
but I’m not part of their bonding.
I feel excluded. Different. Forgotten.
Bloke With The Big Grin says to me,
thinking he’s the next Jim Jefferies:
‘You’ve got no hope in the fires, mate’.
What a joker. That’s nothing to laugh about.
If something’s on fire, I’ll be last to know.
This is, without a doubt, a bad omen.

15/07/2026

Left some copies of my book The Street Poet around Naarm/Melbourne for strangers to find. Seemed fitting for a book which is set in the city, and which features my observations about strangers in poetry form. Giving where I take kinda thing. Hope someone finds these and keeps them and reads them!

This is and I five years ago, during our Melbourne Street Writing days. Before our notebooks full of street notes and o...
14/07/2026

This is and I five years ago, during our Melbourne Street Writing days. Before our notebooks full of street notes and observations had been transformed into a novel. Before he flew back home and spread his Dear Stranger letters in dozens of countries. Had to include this photo somewhere in The Street Poet, which archives our time wandering the streets in search of stories to tell. Good times.

A poem from my verse novel, The Street Poet. First drafted in 2021 during a rainy Melbourne autumn day (at a time when I...
11/07/2026

A poem from my verse novel, The Street Poet. First drafted in 2021 during a rainy Melbourne autumn day (at a time when I was not comfortable looking into my own reflection) and reworked for the new edition of the book. I have distinct memories of my family talking about the ‘socks in the oven’ phenomenon referenced in the poem.

The Street Poet is available now. Order from your local bookstore or get a signed copy from the Back Shed Press online store. Link in bio 📖

Writer of words since forever
28/05/2026

Writer of words since forever

A poem inspired by the one-and-only Carrot Man of Melbourne. Always puts a smile on my face. What a legend.Poem from my ...
27/05/2026

A poem inspired by the one-and-only Carrot Man of Melbourne. Always puts a smile on my face. What a legend.

Poem from my book ‘The Street Poet’ 📚📖 — link in bio

and I are TOTALLY PUMPED to have had both The Street Poet and There’s a Tale to This City republished this year under a...
22/05/2026

and I are TOTALLY PUMPED to have had both The Street Poet and There’s a Tale to This City republished this year under a single press () … it’s almost as if they’ve been given a second chance at life! New readers are getting their mitts on our stories and experiencing the tales of Melbourne’s streets for themselves. These are stories inspired by true encounters, as well as our own lives.

Did you know you can order both books at your local bookstore? This is another great way to support bookstores (and authors!) You can also grab copies at the Back Shed Press online store.

If you’re one of our readers, we want to know what you think! Your reviews are precious to us, and they help readers find our books. Leaving a review is the easiest way you can let us know if you enjoy our writing 😎 For all of the support we’ve already received, we are beyond grateful!

Thank you, readers ✨

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