Prunish

a poem – by me Prunish A dear friend brought me one hundred and eighty one plums. She counted them. Dark purple, dusky, Italian plums. Blue plums. Prunes. A huge responsibility, not wasting them – I remembered this happened to my mother – suddenly a lug of plums in her possession. She paid someone else…

A poem for today (for me, just because)

54 by E. E. Cummings, from XAIPE maybe god is a child ‘s hand)very carefully bring -ing to you and to me(and quite with out crushing)the papery weightless diminutive world with a hole in it out of which demons with wings would be streaming if something had(maybe they couldn’t agree)not happened(and floating- ly int o…

“All that is not my soul…”

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. — Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, section 3 End of day two of the 2008-2009 academic year. Yesterday almost proved too much for me. The Thursday schedule is brutal in the morning, and there was the added layer…

Flowering from within

Well, thinking about poetry and teaching again, I looked at my class rosters and I realize that I have a couple of students who take a lot of my courses.  One girl that I taught in seventh grade and again last year in American Literature is taking both of my senior electives next year and…

Spinning

I’m writing senior recommendations that serve as a cover letter for a student’s college application. I’ve got seven to write this year and it always feels like both a privilege and an insurmountable challenge. It’s so hard to describe these students in a way that will serve them well. I have found that it easier…

Writing and Revision – to Re-see

Thanks to Clay Burell for asking me to consider finishing this entry. As part of our Community Connections work this year we published an anthology of student writing. The anthology included the writing of every member (but one) of the junior class, and each student was asked to revise a piece of writing until their…

First Post

Today one of my poetry presenters did not show up, so we had some unplanned time. The amazing synchronicity of the following events led to a collaborative poem. Yesterday, one of my students brought us Jim Carroll, and his 8 Fragments for Kurt Cobain, and Carroll was in the company of Robert Frost and recent…