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: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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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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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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We Need Even the Rocks in the Road Accidental damage to your neighbor's house. An argument you shouldn't have had. Attention Def...
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