I spy… The Bully!

Bully on the BusI’m so excited to share the gorgeous cover for ‘Bully on the Bus’ with you!

As if that’s not exciting enough… HOLDING that shiny-new book is even better! Who knew that an advance copy would hop into my letterbox this week? Not me!!

Leroy’s story always clutches at my heart. Reading it as a book squeezes every ounce of happy right up and bubbling out of me.
BullyCover

Pssst… Hop over to win your copy on Goodreads;
www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/87680-bully-on-the-bus.

Cover Art/Design: Jo Hunt
Publisher: UQP
Release Date: July 2014

Reasons to smile!

Clockwork Holidays – a poem

Clockwork Holidays

The clock has stopped. The bus has run.
School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed,
while uniforms hang about in dishevelment
and kids run free!

School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed
and stacked
away at the back of the cupboard.

While uniforms hang about in dishevelment,
waiting to be pressed into shape,
rumpled, crumpled comfy clothes are donned,

and kids run free!
No HW. No bedtimes. No alarms.
Unwinding as the clock… ticks… down… to… school.

 

My trimeric, for Day 23 Month of Poetry. We love the freedom of school holidays, and always feel a large slice of regret when the school year starts again.

#BundyNYE

Phone Photo of Fireworks

Phone Photo of Fireworks

#BundyNYE

New Year’s Eve
and we wash down
the river bank;
colourful flotsam
bobbing along at the water’s edge,
laughter swirling
and caution whispered on the
cooled evening breeze.

Floodlights shine
on scarred remains
of ravaging floods;
concrete bones exposed in
cavernous shadows of earth;
bare slabs silent witness
to what
once
was.

Swept along in the ebb and flow of
a river of revellers; family,
friends, strangers and neighbours;
we flood the banks of the Burnett
as the heavens burst and
stars rain down like
fireworks.

Once again I’m co-ordinating a Month of Poetry, so you may see some snippets of my poems here throughout January. This was inspired by the Wide Bay Australia Bundy NYE Fireworks Spectacular – and the year that was.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year!

Month of Poetry 2013

It’s January – and this is the sixth year I’ve started with a poem a day – the fourth I’ve co-ordinated a Month of Poetry. It’s also the first year I’ve been able to wear the co-ordinator’s hat and work on my WIP at the same time. WIN! I love the progress I’ve made, also the poetry that has inspired me on the #MoP13 blog. Such a diverse group and so talented! The daily collections on the blog are locked, but I’ve selected a couple of my poems to share below.

Stone the Phone!

If ever something
makes me groan
it is the wretched
mobile phone,
that rings attention
with a tone,
dispelling thoughts
of time alone.

In the change room,
on the throne,
at play, at ease,
when lying prone,
its shrill demands
are soon made known;
a body’s heart
and soul to own.

Inspired by David Harrison’s post about Careerhymes;

1.
Grazier; a cow cocky –
not a blocky
always on the go
watching grass grow.

2.
Patient: one who waits
as sickness abates.

A spot of cooking in the country prompted this tongue-in-cheek poem;

Moist Date & Carrot Muffins

There’s weevils in the flour.
Have they eaten much, you think?
And the sour cream is mouldy,
with a more-than-sour stink.
The egg has hatched a chicken
though it’s only just a speck.
Should I use a shriveled carrot?
Cause I’m thinking, what the heck.
We haven’t any dates, of course;
that’s really such a shame!
I think I’ll substitute with prunes
and hope they taste the same.
Use ½ a cup of oil they say…
Well there’s no need for that.
The oil might make the muffins moist;
it’ll only make me fat!
The oven’s on the blink again;
I cannot shut the door,
and those flames around the element…
Have they been there before?
The timer hasn’t rung yet.
I wonder if it’s stopped.
My muffins. Oh. The wretched things.
I do believe they’ve flopped!
I googled for a recipe
but Google makes mistakes!
These moist date carrot muffins
would be better called rock cakes!

My first sestina was a stumble… not worthy of sharing… but thankfully it didn’t break my brain like last year’s first sonnet did. And doubly thankfully, this year I wrote two sonnets in a day – and it hardly hurt at all!

And finally… Just a tiny snippet from my latest WIP. This is written from Shaun’s POV – though in fact much of the work is written from Toby’s POV. In a-maz-me news, my verse novel (which hasn’t even scored a working title as yet) has this month shattered the 10,000 words – which for me was a major milestone! *Insert party poppers and fireworks here.* It’s currently sitting at 10,450wrds… and I’m stoked! :D

Monkey

Toby is a klutz – can’t keep
his hands on anything;
drops the ball
trips over his feet
and bumps and slumps
the day away.
I wish people didn’t know
he’s my brother
but it’s a bit hard to hide that
in a small town small school
where everyone knows
everything about
your mother’s brother’s
monkey.

I wonder what the rest of January will produce…

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All poetry on this page is © Copyright Kathryn Apel 2013

Snollygoster – a poem

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Honourable Politicians

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Would you be a snollygoster?

Every action aimed to foster

trust… and votes… a campaign win…

then lining pockets from within.

The rhetoric. The talk. The lies.

Confounding people to disguise

a calculating, shrewd imposter;

politician… snollygoster.

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© Kathryn Apel 2012

 

My son and I have been enjoying ‘Weird and Wonderful Words’ (Erin McKean, Oxford University Press 2003) which defines a snollygoster (pg 87) as; a dishonest politician, especially a shrewd or calculating one.

For many politicians this doesn’t apply, but never-the-less I am just a little surprised that snollygoster isn’t a word more widely used today. It has such a ring to it – don’t you think?

(Oh. Look at that. Click on the book to go to Oxford’s page and what’s the very first question they ask?)


Madness – I’m Sane Again

The Madness Poetry Tournament continues over at Ed DeCaria’s blog – but I am sane again. :P I was knocked out of the tournament in Round Four, and seem to have spent the last 36hrs fighting sleep. (Five hours sleep per night isn’t enough for me. Who knew? Who knew sustained suspense could take such a toll?)

You can still follow the madness at Ed’s Think Kid, Think blog – and vote on the remaining two rounds. I’ll be there, voting.

Meanwhile, here is my collection of poems, inspired by the Madness. If you click on the pictures, they will take you direct to the match-up on Ed’s blog. Remembering that each poem had to include a given prompt word… All poetry on this page is Copyright Kathryn Apel, 2012.

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