Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes and Helen Frost, today I am writing an ode to an ordinary object I know … too well. The poem is in response to Today’s Little Ditty’s monthly challenge, where Helen encouraged us to; Choose an object (a seashell, a hairbrush, a bird nest, a rolling pin). Write five lines about the … Continue reading
Today is the day to announce… the winner of the signed copy of ‘Bully on the Bus’. Entrants had to write a didactic cinquain on the topic of bullying. There were some fabulous entries. (I confess, I wondered why I ever had this great idea to hold a competition, because picking one winner is always so … Continue reading
Sharing my tumultuous relationship with sonnets.
Sonnet! Away you evil, vile thing!
Your syncopated rhythm drives me NUTS
so go! No ifs or maybes and no buts… Continue reading
I’m excited-much to share the cover of my upcoming younger reader verse novel with you. It’s less than two months ’til it releases – and I know that time will fly! Jo Hunt has designed my three verse novel covers. I don’t know how she does it, because each vibrant cover captures the essence of … Continue reading
On 17th March it’s Bullying. No Way! Day. To help spread the message that bullying is never okay, I am giving away a signed copy of ‘Bully on the Bus’. For your chance to win, write a didactic cinquain that fits the theme of bullying. Not sure what a didactic cinquain is? You can read more here. … Continue reading
My next verse novel is going to the printers on Monday (Yay!) so I thought I’d share a poem from that in celebration of Poetry Friday and all things wonderful… like friends! I Don’t Eat My Friends! The kids in my class are like a jumbo pack of assorted party lollies – they’re all different, … Continue reading
Those Distant Things Not flying fish, swimming seals, dabbling ducks, or water bugs, not orca fins, boulders, pebbles, or my imagination, but penguins; porpoising, paddling, plunging, posturing, primping, plumping penguins! Those grey boulders, at the feet of the penguins (top left) are not boulders, but bubbas. To read more poetry this simmering summer day, pop … Continue reading