Footpaths
The bicycle’s highway
With raggedy doll copilot
Running away from home
Once around the block
Before returning
For afternoon tea
There’s something intrinsically humbling about temporary art. You put effort into a piece of art only to have it washed or worn away.
It reminds me of Arthur Stace (9 February 1884 – 30 July 1967), a resident of Sydney, Australia, who wrote the word “Eternity” in chalk in a magnificent script.
All art serves a purpose, even if it’s temporary.
I am an English teacher and drummer/percussionist with an interest in literary pursuits, creative endeavours, rhythmic permutations, theological amplifications and comedic outbursts.
Here you will find my creative detritus: articles on living a creative life and writing explorations.
And other ideas I have snaffled from the papers stuck on the fridge door.
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My collaborative epistolary novel, "Post Marked: Piper's Reach," written with Jodi Cleghorn (@JodiCleghorn) out now via Vine Leaves Press.
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A Fullness in Brevity - Adam Byatt 
This is lovely Adam. I can easily see the “argument” before she set off, and the whole episode melting away over afternoon tea.
I admire those who create the temporary art, I’d be bereft knowing something I created wouldn’t last long.