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During June and July I was travelling. My last trip was to the US to work with Dr Ingram at the University of Minnesota, advising her on possible methodology changes in the implementation and assessment of the Neighborhood Bridges Program used to analyse critical literacy in storytelling and drama. Here is a bit of fan fiction to illustrate the fantastic binomial at work in one classroom I visited during the trip. Fantastic Binomial Tegan was called up for the fantastic binomial. ‘Yes!’ she said, jumping out of her seat and seizing the white board marker. She usually never got picked for anything. Maria, the Bridges storyteller, bent towards her. Tegan was instantly aware of being the smallest in the class. ‘Choose a place where you could get lost,’ said Maria, ‘and write it on the board.’ There was already a list of prepositions that the class had generated on the white board. Tegan thought of a word and began to write it carefully in capital letters to the left of ...

The plot: A woman asks a raven to fetch a piece of her lover’s heart. Last month I republished my ebook Temptation & Mozzarella . This month I would like to share a link to a PDF file of the story Raven’s Heart . This is a story I created but did not know where or how to showcase. It is an experimental digitalised fairy tale of a sort. A mixture of strange graphics to play with the boundaries of reader interaction and text/pictures. I used formatting available through Microsoft Word to edit the pictures I had drawn.  My inspiration for the piece is at the end of the document. If you enjoyed the story and would like to make a donation this can be made to my Paypal account. I would be happy to answer any questions.

  ‘You remind me,’ said the woman on the other side, ‘of Alice in Wonderland.’ I had left my belongings back in the other world, including my shoes, and crawled through a tunnel of lights into an Aladdin’s cave of pedagogy. There were no giant, talking flowers but there were: mossy pillows to stand on, the smell of purple flowers and rosemary, the feel of marbles and chickpeas scattered in a box; a large hoop skirt to reimagine ones childhood; bubbles, Lego, Play Doh, costumes and more to explore.  I wrote a postcard, to my eight year old self, Believe in your creativity and forge your own path. I felt constrained by the Curriculum as it came into force in the late 1980s. They had asked us to think for ourselves then trained us how to act: realistic, practical, confined by opportunities we did not understand. At home my existence was one of curiosity and imagination that wasn’t valid in the classroom where they recited, ‘learn this, say this, be th...