Roppotucha Greenberg

They said it wasn’t safe The water in the lake was black, even on sunny days, and there were devils. They are different from fish: if the poison spreads, they can dive to the bottom and hide, or they can wrap their belongings in bits of cloth and seaweed, dig into the earth and move to a safer country. But on that day, they floated close to the surface, and Natasha and I floated above them on big logs. There must have been a sawmill nearby, because there was a hoard of logs just where the river entered the lake. We ferried the sun on our backs across the dark water. My dog’s head was like a seal’s; she panted and chewed on small fish. Natasha’s log drifted beside me, and we talked slowly the way you do in water. Our bellies were hidden by the warm logs, so to the devils we looked like tree creatures with splashing legs. They didn’t mind us. In June, they lure particles of light and gather them in old cans. I let go of the log and dove in, and their gossiping was...

So a long time ago, long before Creatures gave advice again , but when it had already become warmer, I asked the good humans of the writerly world: 'What do you think this is?' I got many wonderful responses. But Elizabeth who lives on Twitter and who is known as @bookwyrm37  wrote this poem Monday, we wash the pancakes Tuesday, we cook the laundry  No, wait  Wednesday, we cake the washpan Thursday, we launder the cook Oh bother Friday, soapcakes float in midair Saturday, we float too! Help Sunday, Mother unravels a sock to tether us like panbubbles And well, what more is there to say?

You have a bike but  You can’t live in a bike,  You crank up your saddle, but it’s no property ladder.  I’m freewheeling with worry, for  You dangle too close to the traffic,  And the puddles leap into your pockets.  You swaddle puddles all day, full of diesel and pink-blown blossoms.  But you plan to sell tea.  Victims of frozen rain  Will get served at bus-stops, hard-shoulders.  Cups of guerrilla tea  You’ll deliver and make good money.  At night, you say, starlight will squeeze through the spokes,  Or you’ll spin it till raindrops scatter  And, reflecting the city lights, turn into fireworks  And they’ll gather to see the marvel around your spin-sleeping form.   By @Roppotucha Greenberg Originally published Hand to Mouth a Zine by Kissing Dynamite Poetry https://www.kissingdynamitepoetry.com/uploads/1/1/8/5/11859462/hand_to_mouth_zine.pdf

There is a new allotment on grassy hill . It's for creatures meant to help writers with their projects on their journey towards publication. For now we have one inhabitant, but we'd like more. Please get in touch if you feel like you'd like the creatures' help.                                                                                             Book  (and creatures) by Roppotucha                               Photo (and flowers)   by Tamsin S. @teabeesea

Allotment 1  is expanding beyond Steve and Tamsin's tree.

Mallow dwells in Steve and Tamsin's tree  Allotment 1                                                                                           Book  (and creatures) by Roppotucha                                                                                      Photo (and flowers) by Tamsin S. @teabeesea

Allotment 1 , also known as  Steve and Tamsin's tree also harbours Cloverly.

This creature may be occasionally glimpsed in  Allotment 1,  found in Steve and Tamsin's tree.

There's a flower at the edge of the world. Get it and everything changes. Light will be shadow, old songs will awake, Aunt Mina's knee will stop hurting. Go. Our neighbours will help you. Not that they like change (or you) It's their way of saying goodbye. Posted on 2 June 2019. #FairyTaleTuesday

Note: Zwoozh is a creature from Allotment 1, often found in Steve and Tamsin's tree.