August 25, 2016 - Army of Ink The Red Tick


army of ink red tick

The Red Tick .

Red ink drips from slaying words of mine.   So I play with pictures.  Pour things into heads half full.  Make nurseries not rhyme.  Flip all that makes me go flop.  

She’d been told off so many times for making mistakes that she no longer believed she could ever do anything right.  Over and over again people pointed out how messy her writing was, how ‘bad’ her spelling was, how unsatisfactory her story was.  And so the ink, like her desire to learn – dried up.  And it didn’t end there.  She’d also been told there was something wrong with her, so she gave up wanting to know what was right anymore.  And when she was curious, she was told to put her hand down or not to ask questions like that.  After a while she stopped questioning her world and lost confidence in ever asking anything of herself.  But experience has taught her that if she keeps her hand up, it will save her from the lies.  And she’s also come to understand that it’s not the writing that’s important anyway – it’s the story.  A story she feels no need to defend, she simply needs to tell it for her own good … and to write the wrong.

Footnote:   She flunked English at school – but it didn’t stop her writing.  Didn’t get the commas or the full stops in the correct spot – but it didn’t stop her telling her story.    She was made to write the same thing over and over again  – but it didn’t mean what she had to say didn’t matter.   She was told she was wrong – but she kept asking:  “What’s right?”     

(Reposted from 2009.  Originally in ‘Rock The Boat’ handmade book.  Now in Clunk & Jam, 2019)

August 15, 2016 - Army of Ink No Air Hostess


army of ink no air hostess

When I grow up I don’t want to be an air hostess.

While some are scared of flying, I’m frightened by air hostesses.  Not them personally, but what they collectively represent.  The Barbies of super service.  Minding their manners and following rules.  Trained and conditioned to endlessly serve.  To not rock the boat – or should I say plane?  Plastic and animated puppets of the sky ways.  Dangling mid air.  Secure and falsely content in the narrow strip they patrol like soldiers, serving not country, but seats.  Saying nothing to pinched bottoms as they travel to end up nowhere.  And from their demonstrations of survival tips I take my own … never, ever be satisfied with being a puppet.  A follower of mindless instruction.

So join me in flight, to the tune of, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair”.  May we unravel from the tightly bound plaits of expectation.  Let our hair down and fly freely, into our selves, with no need for wings, or plastic things – or air hostesses and heels for that matter.

(Reposted from 2011.  Find her in Clunk & Jam book.)

July 14, 2016 - Fantastic Difference



‘Fantastic Mr Fox’ film adapted from Roald Dahl’s book. Reposted from 2012.

June 28, 2016 - For Rubbish Self Esteem


ruby etc


Origin and artist unknown.

April 11, 2016 - Different Types


mary and max


(Reposted from 2011)

March 21, 2016 - Small Difference


Kimya Dawson … a girl comfy in her difference.  (Reposted from 2012)