Profession
I like a room full
of teachers, on a
Monday when
the rain is falling
on the parking lot
an hour after work,
so hard you can
almost hear it, and
everyone is here,
really, happily here,
talking about kids
because kids are
interesting, and
talking about the
ways we learn
because learning
is complex. I like
to see how one
teacher will circle
an idea on paper
and connect it with
a story from first
period, how others
nod, furrow brows,
smile in sudden
recognition. I like
sharing this serious
work, born out of
a deep human joy.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: January 21, 2026
Forecast Just suggest the possibility of snow on the horizon, and I become truly useless. The storm’s three days away and on a weekend, but ...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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Couple Bring me the sunset in a cup, warm golden, glowing slow on the bank of some old world river or the shore of an ocean. The two of us,...
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Commitment I get that my whiteness is in no way a burden, and I’ve no right to think it’s anything less than a boon that daily, in this time...
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