Post-It Note Poetry 2017


Four years ago, while we were writing Post Marked: Piper’s Reach, I dared Adam to write a bad poem every day in February. Adam dared back – the poem had to fit on a post-it note.  Post-It Note Poetry was born as a monthly adventure. From humble beginnings in 2013, Post It Note Poetry has grown, and now commands international participation and the generous stewardship and curation of S.B. (Sean) Wright. (A big wave to our friends at Hartlepool Libraries in the UK!)



The participation guidelines are pretty simple:

  • commit to producing a poem daily in the month of February.
  • give yourself permission to write as well, or as badly, as suits.
  • poems must fit on a post-it note (they come in a variety of sizes and there are various apps and program that will emulate a post-it note or found poetry techniques of a suitable size).
  • photograph or screen capture the poem.
  • post to social media with the hashtage #pinp17.
  • get involved by sharing the poetry of other participants via your favourite social media platform or by joining the FaceBook community.


Follow @seandblogonaut or @jodicleghorn to keep abreast of what’s going on during the month. Sean has a dedicated Twitter timeline for it.



In 2016 I was able to test drive my poem squares for #pinp16. I’ll be pushing the boundaries again with #pinp17 to create a basis for a new project I’ll be launching in the next few weeks. I’ll be posting pics here every few days, but Instagram will be my main haunt.



For more info see:

Post-It Note Poetry 2017 – Participant Guidelines

Post It Note Poetry – Permission to Write (Badly)

All I Want For Christmas…

It’s an awesome state of festive affairs when I get to spruik the work of friends at Christmas time. Supporting the work of indie creators is Yuletide blessings running in both directions, but if you are reading this blog, undoubtedly you are already aligned with that way of thinking.

Zen and the Art of Words

Adam and I are always adventuring creatively.

Earlier this year I pointed Adam in the direction of Kat Apel’s poems that combined block out poetry with zentangle art. He took to the hybrid form like a fish to water (or a pre-school kid to textas!).

Adam’s turned a selection of his poems into postcards and tote bags. Postcards start at $8 for the collection of six, and there’s an awesome bundle of cards and bags for $25. You can purchase them HERE.

A Ray of Christmas Light

img_0304I’m a fan of Rus VanWestervelt. Not simply as a writer and creative advocate, or because of the work he does inspiring young minds and compassion in dark moments – I am a fan of Rus because he’s a Good Human. He is Light and Grace in motion.

Makes it easy to point to his Christmas collection.

Bundled together are four short stories — including the novelette Gretchie’s Gifts — and a selection of blog posts. The collection is free to download, just go HERE, with the option to donate to the The Pediatric Intensive Care Unit in Rus’s home town.

Into The Wild

Front CoverI’m so excited (and relieved!) to release The Heart is An Echo Chamber into the wild today. Proof that good things are worth the wait and amazing friends will always stand by you.

Many thanks to the authors — Adam, Tom, Kristin, Stacey, Ben, Lois, Helen and Rus — for their patience in letting me see this through in my own time, at my own pace. A double thank you to Stacey who debuts as a cover artist who also earns special stripes for being the ultimate motivator in getting-shit-done. Thanks to Rob for his proof reading prowess and Kim for being sanity at the end of a text message. Last, but not least, thank you to my Mr Ds who travelled the ever-so-bumpy road that ran parallel to the publication of the chapbook these last two years.

The collection is available as a limited edition, hand number chapbook ($12) or an ebook (pay what you want), each bundled with a digital copy of the companion collection No Need to Reply.

More information can be found here.



Short Film “Golden Opportunity” for April Release

One Friday evening in late 2011, Adam Byatt and Laura Meyer fell into a Twitter discussion about how they both dreamed of seeing one of their stories made into a film. This immediately piqued the interest of Devin Watson.

On the 16th of this month, the first of the films conceived after that conversation will be released.


John Rackham reports the Fedalitas Mandatory News

“Golden Opportunity” is the story of the Madisons — Will (Richard Alan Reames) and Maria (Ana Maria Castenades) — a couple whose relationship is on the verge of disintegrating under the brutal religious junta governing North America (Ken Dodge plays a seriously terrifying Fedalitas commander). P.J. Kaiser penned the original story for “Nothing But Flowers: tales of post-apocalyptic love” and Emma Kerry adapted the story for screen.


Your explanation is not satisfactory.

The film owes its existence to the passion, skill, patience and perseverance of Devin Watson (director) and Dustin Masters (director of photography). Dustin became enamoured with “Golden Opportunity” early on and his persistent interest kept the script front and centre of a larger project.


The squads are getting closer every night.

Kudos are due Devin, who put his money, time and efforts into bringing the story to the screen. Mike Bruno’s score, John Rackham’s voice over and some amazing composite shots round out what is an amazing visual transformation for PJ’s story.


Things had gone so very wrong. First the world went wrong and then somehow they had gone wrong.

Being part of a film has opened my eyes to a brand new way of conceptualising storytelling and working cooperatively. It’s shown me a different way of taking ideas, dreams and passions to create a new accessibility to the worlds we authors create.


Now do you believe I will do anything for you?

Please like the Golden Opportunity’s Facebook page. The film will be released next Thursday — April 16th.

For now I leave you with a sneak look inside the world of “Golden Opportunity”.

NEW PUBLICATION: “No Love Lost” anthology

Last year I got to celebrate my first poem in print with the publication of “Paper Mâché” in Slim Volume’s No Love Lost. The anthology collects together anti-romance poems and flash fiction.

Editor Kate Garrett has this to say in the preface:

When I put the call out for anti-romance poetry and flash fiction, I wasn’t looking for anti-love (though it’s fine that some writers interpreted it this way). What I wanted was varying and realisitc approaches to writing about love and lust rather than cliché and sentimentality. If we are honest with ourselves…we all know love in real life isn’t love as represented in the latest feel-good romcom.

Love, according to our first Slim Volume, includes disappointment and deceit, elation and lust. It spans lifetimes, ends unhappily, is shared between sailors and the open seas, is always two minutes late, sometimes politically advantaeous and not in the heart, but in the eyes….every single one speaks of love in a unique way , with nary a Manic Pixie Dream Girl or floppy-haired English gent in sight.

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“Paper Mache” was the first poem I wrote ‘seriously’. I still have the very first ideas scribbled in my note book, put down just after I’d finished Nik’s Not so Perfect (and mid Facebook conversation with Adam) on the last Sunday in November 2013, as I sat in an indoor playground. It was also the first poem I performed–that was last year at Tom’s spoken word event, at The End, in West End. Before I’d taken the mic at SpeedPoets.

With a string of firsts already stitched between the words, it feels right for it to be the first to appear in a print book. And as a former angst-ridden teenage poet, who wrote of nothing but love, it also seems right, for the first print poem to be one that celebrates the imperfect and unpredictable nature of love. Especially when you are trying to create it from scratch!


I have a copy of No Love Lost to give away to one lucky reader. To enter, you will need to write your bio (and no, you do not have to be a writer to enter!) infused with the theme of ‘romance’ (either pro or con) as we had to do for the anthology. In fact, the anthology is worth the cover price just to read the bios.

To get those creative juices gurgling you will find me listed as:

JODI CLEGHORN suspects true love is much like the Snow Queen’s mirror: invisible shards waiting to pierce the hapless.

My favourite though is:

KATE WISE’s first dance at her wedding was to 10CC’s “I’m Not In Love”. Yes, really.

I look forward to reading your romantic, or not so romantic, takes on yourselves in the comments. Winner will be announced Saturday night and where applicable, winner contacted for a postal address.

No Love Lost is edited by Kate Garrett. Slim Volume is a Pankhearst title and published by Starshy. You can find the paperback here and the ebook here.

Month of Poetry: Holding the Philistine

photo 1For the Month of Poetry I committed to creating 31 hybrid poems combining two techniques–fold-in and erasure*–with the view to submit three of them at the end. I am intrigued by the fold-in, at creating absurd juxtapositions or combining writing with common threads (especially when those not immediately apparent) then unearthing what the collision brings.


It’s day five and so far I have mashed together:

  • The Cure’s Pictures of You with Henry James’s Portrait of a Lady to create the poems ‘Wickerchair’ and ‘Painted in its Contents’.
  • Bertram Russell’s Why I am Not a Christian with the opening page of the New Testament (as per the suggestion of my partner) to create ‘Before They Became Holy’ and ‘She Shall Bring Fortians’.
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All the wild creatures. (c) Jodi Cleghorn 2015

While I am keeping some poems aside because they are good enough to consider for submission or too crap to inflict on the world, today’s poem was too far removed from the original intent of both pieces of writing that it would have been a travesty not to share!

‘Holding the Philistine’ is the end product between David and Goliath (as told in the Old Testament) and Robinson Crusoe (as told by Daniel Defoe). These were chosen by my son. I used the verse number (40) to pick the page number of the novel.

I take full responsibility for what happened next!


Hope kept close,
going out to meet him.
My usual design was little more
than best calculation.

I knew not where to look.
Handsome and despised
he entranced monsters,
lying under the shade
with gods and wild beasts

He took off the sword and spear.
Lie still, the world will know nothing.
The smooth shepherd bag.
Hear nothing, Judah.

Our hands battled,
ran quickly.
Reaching in,
I left this place.
Came to,
anchored beneath the tide.

*Adam Byatt has suggested “mashinout” as a possible term for this type of poetry!

‘First To A Hundred’ published in Tincture 8

I remember years ago an author I knew saying publication was like buses – nothing and then they all arrive at once. The next few weeks are a bit like that.

Today I’m ecstatic to see Tincture Eight go live, with my story ‘First to a Hundred’ in it. It’s almost two years ago now, since I first put pen to paper to write a ‘cricket story’. Only ever intended as a piece of flash fiction and some kind of bent challenge to myself as an up-yours to Australia’s cricket loving summer, it quickly evolved into something all together different.

The first section I wrote in less than an hour after spending several days chewing on the idea of beach cricket and equality for girls. I left it at the end of that first section, expecting that was it, I’d achieved a piece of flash fiction and went to do the weekly shop. Ten minutes later as I was pulling into Garden City Shopping Centre I knew that wasn’t the end of it and what was going to happen next. By the time I’d got a trolley and begun the shop I was choking down tears knowing how it was going to end. I rushed home and poured it all out onto the page in a little over two hours. And it was done.

All in all, it was one of those effortless stories that you are gifted once in a blue moon,  appears fully formed and writes itself. It went out to beta readers that night who tweaked next to nothing in it (except for the alignment with a tissue box and some spelling mistakes) and since then it’s been goodwill hunting for the right home.

I’m so very glad that home is Tincture. Daniel Young, the publishing editor, has been a brilliant support of my non-speculative fiction writing since Tincture first began in 2012.

The 1st December, the start of Summer, is the perfect publication date for a story that drips with the heat and pressure cooker environment of the summer before high school. Think Duran Duran, Reef Oil and Sweet Valley High books. Then think blue cabbage hat, green zinc cream and the spin of a soggy tennis ball on sand. That’s just the start.

Many thanks to Adam Byatt, Paul Phillips and Dan Powell who all beta read it back in 2013, and also to Stacey Larner, who proof read it. And thank you to Daniel.

Congratulations and happy publication day also to Sean Wright and Adam Byatt who both have poems in Tincture Eight and Emily Craven who also shares the Table of Contents with a short story.

Here’s a little snippet of ‘First to a Hundred’.

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Five minutes. Five runs. Six balls to bowl.

It’s going to be over before lunch one way or the other. I look down the churned up pitch to Dougie, wondering how I came to be the one he’s facing down. I look at the battered stumps and imagine putting the tennis ball through them, like I’ve already done three times today. I weigh up the pros and cons of a short bounce or a long bounce on the hard sand left by the retreating tide.

Or bugger it, I could just throw under arm and let him thump it out into the surf for six. Let Dougie claim his moment of glory. At the end of the day it doesn’t really matter to me.

They only tolerate me because I can bowl as good as, if not better than, most of them.

“Amazing natural off-leg spin,” Gibbo commentated from the footpath, when he saw me throwing a ball against the garage door two years ago and invited me down to their summer-long game.

So each year my bowling action and the fact I can’t hit to save my life, so I don’t hog the batting order, gain me entrance to the game on the beach. Charlie says it’s really only because the Connors, who had two sons, sold up at the summer before we arrived and they were short bodies in the field. Gibbo tells me Charlie is full of shit.

It’s Jimmy who starts the chant: Dougie—clap clap clap—Dougie. It’s infectious and one by one the others join in. I throw the ball up and down as I’ve seen the other boys do and wait for the chanting to die out.

I’ve no idea what the deal is, with throwing the ball up and down, see no point to it, but I do it anyway. I’ve learned in the last two summers you find your place blending in; everything else is, as Gibbo says, icing on the cake.