July Update

Such an odd feeling on Friday. Holding fast to my unwritten rule of not getting too caught up in the last day leavers’ celebrations at school, but then coming completely undone when one of the kids read a wonderful poem they’d written for me. This group will be the last I work with full-time and…

Red Pencil – Jonathan Humble

via Red Pencil – Jonathan Humble Red Pencil I am six years old, my pencil breaks mid-word in Mrs Foster’s class. So I turn to my friend Martin, show him the pencil and whisper, ‘Martin, Martin, my pencil has broke.’ ‘Use this,’ he says and passes a substitute, secretly under our desk. ‘But it’s a…

Elsewhere

  The lovely folk at Ayaskala have been having a bit of difficulty publishing this poem in the format it was written and so I’ve put it up here for the record. JH : ) x