Predators

It would be so good if one day, just one day, the chickens got the fox.

'It's not fair!'

'Life's not fair.'

Yeah. Like that helps.

Modesty

I'm starting to think the bushel isn't big enough for my light.
Better get some blackout blinds.

Drama Session

Year 1, Term 3, April 2011

A sample of our mini sketches being brought to life:

Robin Robertson

You can't help but love 'im. Listen here and here on the poetry archive to two of my favourite Robertson poems.

A few stanzas

I think I'm on 'the home run'.

Writing blues

I think I lost my mojo.

Can't write.

Err....

Nope. Still can't write.

I've shaken my head upside down again and still no words are coming out. None.

The cause? Confidence crisis perhaps...deadline fear...three kids and no career prospects and a future of housewifery and serfdom until I die.

The cure? Chocolate & alcohol (already tried that)...a holiday (in my dreams)...a career with money and status and love and adoration...a social life...or perhaps I simply need a house that doesn't look like quinuplet family's shoe rack.

Toying with poetry

Old natural history books.

The sorts of books I grew up on.

What I'm going to do with these words I don't know.

What I should be doing is finishing my prose assignment.