I took a job in the classroom…teaching English, aka, ELA. 6th grade. The last classroom teaching job I had was twelve years ago. Since then I finished a degree, travelled a lot, taught adults, designed trainings, consulting, curriculum writing, dreaming, raising my two children, failing and succeeding at the small most important things, the large […]
There’s that wrench sitting on the shelf, Behind the paint can and the dented cardboard box filled with plastic gloves. Prize sized and silver yet Adjustable widths and flexible lengths Cold and stiff, hiding (our so it seems) in the dark, closet-ness of a cold house Trapped Door closed and trembling vents, the radiator hits […]
Small boy in the back row shouts louder than the others. He attends a small school at the bottom of a big mountain With a big voice, Carlos calls. Wide brown eyes and a smile that beats the dozen— I snap him up in my gaze, a photograph of life. Life in this small rural […]
Note: Original title of post was, “What is Activism?” (Not journalism, just rambling) We have the potential to heal others and heal ourselves. Most healing happens in the simple act of listening. Allowing the other to their right to a hearing and keeping the door open long enough for there to be a happening. The […]
I woke up remembering dying last night a mosquito in my bed Then, as if a shift occurred, other than my husband that is Gave me more than redundancy, as if My job was not done when I wanted it to be. My legs and arms, the balm on my lips became, be it an […]
So what does it mean to be a poet? If not to illuminate the darkness and alleviate the soul. I have never claimed to be a poet, except for my journal Who knows. There’s no money in it, and poor folks know— Poetry is a wasteful habit, like picking your nose Peeling skin off your […]
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