The Josh Lynott Project

Date: 14th of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem: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 mountainsWhen I held wild flowers loosely.I didn’t believe me.Nature never declined me.

Date: 7th of October, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest Substack

Date: 30th of September, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem: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 groundwhere the trees tell you,you're never alone.

Date: Recorded on the 16th of September, 2025Location: Melbourne, Australia // Boston, USA.A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackMy Guest:Lee Glandorf.Lee's Substack: https://thesweatlookbook.substack.com/Lee's Poem: "I Thank You God For This Most Amazing" by E.E Cummings. i thank You God for most this amazingday:for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky;and for everythingwhich 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 birthday of life and of love and wings:and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing any—lifted from the noof all nothing—human merely beingdoubt unimaginable You?(now the ears of my ears awake andnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Date: 16th of September, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠⁠Notes Running⁠⁠⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem:I am a beatin the veinsof an ache. I will neverbe softerthan I am now.I ask for solitudeand lightIn the absence of permission. Without, I willno longerbe an ache,only a stabbing pain, screamingto be released.I can no longer live here.

Date: 8th of September, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.⁠Notes Running⁠⁠Latest SubstackPoem: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 senseI need to keep runningtill I find what’s on the other sideOf perfection 

Date: 2nd of September, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**⁠Get my book here.**⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**Fill out the form here.**⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.Notes RunningLatest SubstackPoem: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, 2025Location: Sydney, AustraliaA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**⁠Get my book here.**⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠**Fill out the form here.**⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black.Find Paul here: @thebalancedrunnerPoem:I can’t remember the day I startedor the first time my lungs started screamingI don’t remember my first blisteror 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 legstopped 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?

Date: 17th of August, 2025Location: Lucerne, Switzerland!A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black. Poem: "Hardergrat"On the edge, where I could die, but won’t.Not today, for I started singing. My mind knows tricks,But it isn’t the controller,Not today,A - B.

Date: 12th of August, 2025Location: Madeira, PortugalA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black. Poem #1:All morning I thought of figs. Quietly, they sit,beside my makeshift dining table.The tree talks louder the further August goes on. I run into the highest point of blue I can reach,till the mountain says no more.My legs bear the dust, I’m grateful I bought water.Would I just be a rock without this life that bleeds through me?Off the mountain, In thick accent, I’m handed ameixas In small plastic, a dozen or so?Are these from your home?My Father’s. Plums. They’ll do. Days before it was beetroot and corn.Returning to my stone walls,I think of the fig tree. Waiting to nourish me. I take just one. One fig for now.Poem #2:Every epoch is paired with a flavour.Lands that felt like the last frontier were salty.Late summers in France, peaches under castle shade.Some years, I made myself sick, overdosing on Camembert. Saved my bread, and Swiss Chocolate. Taste is amplified by the seasons,And multiplied by the company.Yet, it becomes cemented to my coreIn the days I feel most alive. The European Summer of 25’ Will be remembered by the subtle sweetness,Of the fig tree in the North of Portugal.Plastic buckets full,Must be eaten,In two days. These days will be remembered by the honeying of figs,And the forgingOf the manI am becoming. 

Date: 5th of August, 2025Location: Madeira, PortugalA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black. Poem:I desperately tried to write poetically, Something, anything.Observing my words,It was apparent poetry had left meWith ease, And no need for it to be extracted achingly.I listened to the echoes of the ocean in rockwalls,Mumbling two words of Portuguese toA leathered man on cobbled stoneSurrounded by zucchini flowersAnd fresh figs, whitened with stretch marks.All day I wished for the sun to stay longerAnd in those wishesI found poetry.It didn’t need to be written,Simply it was lived. 

Date: 28th of July, 2025Location: Madeira, PortugalA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠ My go to order is a long black. Poem:A bucket of beans picked by leathered hands,left in the sun, awaiting validation from the rain.Rugged concrete walls, acting as living roomsFor washing lines, lizards of the north, and summer flowers.An old buoy, I walk into it three times a day,Rusted pegs, and a knife turning battered, blackened, peppered, and salted.Windows facing seacliffs, million dollar views, no-ones cares.Fruit, yet to ripen, one day to be savoured, maybe wasted.Every Sunday, a meeting spot for the family,A few kids not knowing their fortune,Wishing away the riches of boredom.Brick behind my front right tyre,And my stick left in third, ignition off.Stalling on start, a clunky first gear,A little humid without the windows downI keep forgetting to get cash, Cash for flowers.Lady on the corner. A few bunches left. Can I send them home?I've been waiting round fora note from home,Forgetting, home is always in the details you choose to notice.So, I go on, 40km over the speed limit.Running into the wind and the blackberries.

Date: 21st of July, 2025Location: Madeira, PortugalA Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: My go to order is a long black. Poem: "Words"You had a funny way of saying things,placing commas, where I didn’t think to pause,saying ‘period’ instead of ‘full stop.’Except, the words you used, made me stop,giving me reasons to think about the worldin ways I didn’t care to before.My words were crunchy, and scratchy,like a vinyl turned dusty,left out for too long.Yet yours were smooth,just as the honey was in your summer cabin.I could never talk with syrupy words like you,they’d leave my mouth like boulders hitting an xylophone,bumping four notes at once,when I only needed one tap to make a point.I started to celebrate my scratches, and my umms, and my ahhs.I became smarter when I used my words,my own words,mixing them like a wooden spoon in life’s batter.Stirring them slowly, making surethey eventually find their placebut of course,with no rush.Words don’t need to be beaten into existencejust stirred, and melted,shaped, and moulded,but not taken away because they clumped together on a humid day.I wish for words like yoursbut I have my own,and they’re sweet on Tuesday’ssickly on Saturday’sand just fine on Monday’s.I am a nest of words, with hummingbirds visiting,to take twigs, and feathers,in the shapes of ideas and letters,to places of the world I will never see.My words must look like me,or you’ll never know,why I chose red ink or blue,in the portuguese summer,at 4.57pm by the sea.

Date: 14th of July, 2025Location: Madeira PortugalA Note To The Runners: ⁠**Get my book here.**⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Buy me a coffee here: Weekly poem:There’s a similarity to the tensions of my mindwith the environment I’m in right now.To my left_noise.A party, movement, excitement, bouncing versions of the images one can be.To my right, a castle, fundamentally strong.Calm, quiet, peaceful.A centre to remain and hold both balance and meaning.One will fade, one will stand the tests of time.I hope to find home in the castle.

Recorded:  Tuesday of July 8th, 2025Location: Hong kong airportSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.⁠⁠Support my work (buy me a coffee) here.⁠⁠A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.

Recorded:  Monday, 30th of June, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.⁠Support my work (buy me a coffee) here.⁠A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Poem:Bench spray in the refrigerator,goats cheese in the washing machine,watering my plants in the shower,running laps in my mind.suit details,sweet details.Petals blooming,Petals falling.Too much ginger,few shooting stars.A world upside down,still spinning,still hoping,that all the things I put in the pocketsof old sweaters, paint-splattered jeansshow up, somewhereIn the ether between honey and lemonI’m trying desperately hard to make senseof things thatdon’t belongin myrefrigerator.

A bonus episode on The Josh Lynott Project. Something I've been wanting to try more of. A one-take video whilst I'm mic'd up cooking dinner.I hope to upload more videos of this style to YouTube and Spotify in the future.

Recorded:  Monday 23rd of June, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.Support my work (buy me a coffee) here.A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.Poem:The little littlesthe one percentersasymmetrical hand holdingcoffee sits, saying no to plasticautumn leaves, streets with no windcamp fire,staring, staring, staringwish on youon me,on shooting stars.steam roomone sillouhette, yours.running,getting lostredirected, reorientatedoff-piste, over fencesof courselife’s better with broken ruleslife’s better with the risk ofbroken bonesand so we loveto learnto wishto dreamon the clockon 1.11on 11:11anything that makesme healthier, wealthier,happier, and full of opportunitiesyet with out these wishesand hopesI’ll still lookfor the little littlesand all the thingsthat the world didn’t want me to seeyet I looked anywayhidden notessweet detailsthat changed my lifeoverandoveragain.⁠

Recorded: Monday 16th of June, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaSponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running.A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠Read this: Why curation, discernment, and restraint matter more than ever. Poem:Your voice rattled around sunflowers,And stirred around the topic of soup,Just as the tumeric stained wooden ladle did. Your legs held strong on beloved topics,And crumbled under the pretenders mask. Liking something, is easy. Knowing it, feels like an anchoring,And living it, is what we strive for. So we stand,And we stare, Into the abyss and old-painted ceiling cornices, Wondering, what would life be If we were to love this thing,To turn this musing and ponderingInto a tree so deeply rootedIt could never be removed from this earthThis heartSo our voice rattles,Fearing we might like something into monsterOr like something into ashesBut we don’t like it enoughTo tell each otherHow much it means,How much our life depends on itAnd in this see-saw, tango danceWhat we once liked, so purelyRuns away. And we’re left with nothing to loveAnd wondering,What to rattle on about?

Recorded: Monday 6th of June, 2025Location: Melbourne, AustraliaGuest: Rebecca Taylor // @becktaylor // @soarrunningSponsor: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠