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Post It Note Poetry #28 – Frankenstein’s Classroom

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Frankenstein’s Classroom

We created it in the 
school yard and the classroom
through faux sincerity
and tokenistic friendship
then snide commentary
whispered behind text books
followed by silence.
We mourned the death 
of what we created
not because we were wrong
but because we hadn’t 
attained perfection

Post It Note Poetry #27 – Lists

 

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I make lists
of Things to Do Today
or Before I Die
(whichever comes first)
Best Films to Watch
Albums to Buy
Best One-Liners as Comebacks
Girls I Wished I Kissed
Activities I Will Never Do
Reasons to Stay Home
Reasons to Go Out
Why Doughnuts Are the Ultimate
and why I can never
follow my heart

Post It Note Poetry #26 – Vocabulary

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Vocabulary

You have heard me speak
with articulate arguments
and clumsy utterances
stuttered, stammered sentences
whispered desires and fantasies
paraphrases of quotes
I think are funny
and lengthy diatribes
about the insignificant
yet I have not 
spoken a single
word

Post It Note Poetry #25 – Paper Aeroplanes

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Paper Aeroplanes

he folds his words
into formations for flight
released into the void
to catch the nearest wind
some fall to the ground
as lifeless birds
others catch the draft
and drift over the horizon
an albatross with no land
he folds his words
and sends them
forth in flight

Post It Note Poetry #24 – Tethered

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Tethered

Tethered to the eternal
beyond the darkness
the rope bears my weight.
It is frayed
wispy tendrils floating.
A rope of three cords
is not easily broken
but it is easily picked apart.
I return to tying knots
to tether me
for one more day

Post It Note Poetry #23 – Vision

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Vision

In the valley I feel
the restrictive comfort
of boundaries
the tangible walls
I cling to
feeling my way through
At the peak of the hill
the vista overwhelms
with no wall
to stabilise and steady
I return to the valley

Post It Note Poetry #22 – Shopping Trolley Dancing

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Shopping Trolley Dancing

Waiting in the queue
Her hand on the trolley bar
The grocery store muzak
Shifts her feet to first position
A perfect “V”
Her arms move with rusty
but remembered grace
through first, second, third,
fourth and fifth.
An interruption
“Mum, you’re embarrassing us.”

Disposable Creativity

Disposable Creativity

I have two daughters, aged 8 and 6.  The 8 year old likes little creative projects. At her primary school the current trend is Loom Bands. They are simply small looped elastic bands and take about 10-15 minutes to make. I love the simplicity of it (and it’s not expensive).

She made one for me and I have worn it to work (I teach high school English). When my younger students ask me who made it I take pride in I saying it was my daughter.

The Loom Band my daughter made for me.

The Loom Band my daughter made for me.

When I posted this picture on my social media feeds, a friend commented her daughter had made bands for her whole class for Valentine’s Day, her teacher and Principal. All of them wore them proudly during the week.

The other creative project she has been doing of late she learned at school from her teacher. Take a tissue, fold it into four squares then colour a pattern onto the tissue with Textas. The colours bleed through each other and when you open it up, it’s like you’ve cut a snowflake.

And it looks fantastic.

We took some photos of her artwork today.

CR Tissue Art B

CR Tissue Art C

CR Tissue Art A

CR Tissue Art F

CR Tissue Art D

CR Tissue Art E

Primary school teachers are fonts of many creative projects. See what your kids or nieces and nephews are coming home with.

Don’t think it’s a children’s activity; be creative and have a go.

For a writer like myself, they are cool pockets of inspiration and may find themselves into a story somewhere or are a short, brief activity to do while I let my mind wander and add compost to a story idea.

A tissue is a disposable item, repurposed into a creative work.

Any other cool creative projects?

Post It Note Poetry #21 – Telephone Booth

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Telephone Booth

we pretended to be Superman
checked for loose coins
listened to the dial tone
wondered if we could
make it ring

Now I listen to the dial tone
a comfortable static
pausing before I dial
and remember the
conversations we never had
but wished we did

10 Fingers To Understand Silence Is Not An Absolute – Twitfic

10 Fingers To Understand Silence Is Not An Absolute

I.
He lived without a singular sense. His hands felt sounds at his throat, resonating in his head; a voice muted because it had no comparison.

II.
He voiced his language, clumsy at first, in the intricate dance of his fingers. Frustration was best countered with an upright middle finger.

III.
He smiled at her fingers speaking like a 3 year old: focused, exaggerated movements and incorrect spelling. No need to shout, he jokingly chided.

IV.
A text flickered on her screen.
“Take me to a concert. Bring me some ear plugs?”
Between the speaker and sub-woofer he found the sweet spot.

V.
The argument gesticulated angrily. She turned her back to silence. His hand reached to her shoulder, cold as it was, to apologise.

VI.
He uncrumpled the letter, like peeling a mandarin, to devour the words written he had spat out the night before. A hand to speak words when no voice attended.

VII.
Silence has layers, nuances, light and shadow, he said. It’s not an absolute.
Why are you silent with me? she asked. Will you listen?
She leaned in and kissed him.

Over the time I’ve been writing twitter fiction, I have come to appreciate the brevity of the form, limited as it is to 140 characters. It is, in essence, to capture a breath of moment, holding it for a little while and expecting the release and exhalation.

I like the number seven, echoing The Seven Ages of Man by Jacques in Shakespeare’s “As You Like It.” Thus my collections of twitfic are anthologies focused on a theme or have a narrative thread.

Playing with form allows me to link these brief pieces into something resembling a music video. Quick, short edits, compiled into a unified whole to tell a bigger picture. 

Coupled with Post It Note Poetry, another short form of writing I enjoy, I can post these experimental works here while I work on my current novella and put my novel through final edits.

I have considered compiling my Twitfic collections into a singular text, as well as collating my Post It Note Poetry into an anthology. Would anyone be interested?