Monthly Archives: November 2018

#968 Mrs Forbes Mrs Forbes! I found this in the letterbox I’m sorry Natasha I’m busy For the afternoon Mrs Forbes I found a letter A letter maybe it is from your planet Natasha Maybe they are sending for you … Continue reading →

#967 Gordje von Strom! Natasha! Where have you been? Hi Mrs Forbes Hi Doris Where have you two been? Well Mr Forbes we ahhh got lost and couldn’t find the poetry slam Natasha! Is that true? Yes Mrs Forbes And … Continue reading →

#966 The door to gallery three seems to be stuck Gordje stop pushing You’ll wake the books in the library up Can you hear that voice It sounds familiar Can you hear it? The neighbours called us the Shackletons They … Continue reading →

#965 Gallery two is the home of the libraries dinosaur collection It seems to be very quiet this evening Natasha Which makes you think… That the poetry slam might be in there? A good poem has silence in it too … Continue reading →

#964 The poetry slam is at the library Isn’t it? I’m sure that that is what the notice said It’s very quiet here Just the books quietly snoring There is no-one around Maybe it is in one of the galleries … Continue reading →

#963 Are you going to the poetry slam Gordje? I thought about it for a long time Natasha I still find myself worried that all of that slamming Will be painful for the poems Harmful even They find it hard … Continue reading →

#962 What about your training Gordje? For the poetry slam I asked Mrs Forbes the other day Whilst we were waiting for the bus She told me that classical poets who she said were the best poets ever The training … Continue reading →

#961 Is that Stella and Marina over there in the middle of the rugby field? And Doris with them Dressed in her shiny black skin huggers Why do they stay out there even though it is raining Why don’t they … Continue reading →

#960 What happened next Natasha? Doris told me that maybe I could come to her training session This evening But she had to ask her coach Doris made me wait outside the library window I could see her on the … Continue reading →

#959 Doris Gordje told me that in a poetry slam people get books of poetry and slam them on the table! Slamming the bad poems out from the places where they hide Is that true? It sounds like pounding rice! … Continue reading →