13 Ways of Looking at the Teacher

June of 2020 - Responding to the prompt: Using William Carlos Williams' 13 Ways of Looking at Blackbird as your model/frame/template, write a 13 stanza poem offering your 13 ways of looking at your first year of teaching  Often the student  Learning the most  Is the teacher  Learning their students   The teacher must  Pay attention  [...]

Writing Still Heals

Written August 29th, 2020 after a month of pre-planning for a school year none of us could even fully plan and prepare for. I didn't have the words I wanted to say, but I knew I needed to write anyways. All week long I have had this craving to write. An energy building up inside [...]

Youth At The Table

A piece I wrote in June of 2020 as I was reflecting on all my first year of teaching taught me. Our youth get left out of so many conversations. We forget to see them in their full humanity - in their brilliance and resilience. This piece is one I continue to come back to [...]

New Ground

Written in May of 2020- playing around with narrating from a voice that is not my own. But, this is a piece I resonate deeply even though I was not seeking to write my own experience when I wrote this. I am breaking new ground.  New ground of understanding how I have always felt that [...]

Set Free In the Ink

WoW Found Poem from G. Lynn Nelson’s Writing and Being: Embracing Your Life through Creative Journaling  (The first half is a Collaborative piece with Christina Gillespie and the second half I began to shift out of the Found Poem format and let the piece go where it wanted to go) Written in June 2020 during [...]

Let it be. Let it breathe.

Most writing pieces that I do feel quite incomplete, especially these days. I write just to let my mind rest and unravel, in small inches, some of my processing, This year is one with too much to process. I really do have to take everything in such small steps in order to carry on through [...]

The Wilderness to Open Space

March to June the harvest came.  The harvest of seeds I had been sowing for years and years and years had finally come to fruition in front of me.  “Behold, I will make a way in the wilderness”  He did.  I was out of the wilderness and I couldn’t believe it. When I walked out, [...]

August

August came and went.  It was swift.  Sometimes gentle,  But,  Mostly abrupt  with it’s touch.  Leaving me  And  My hands  Opened  To surrender  My pride That so heavily is  Intertwined with My need  to control Time  My heart  & mind And circumstances that bind.  August carries so naturally with it  transitions— Shifts  Turns  Disruptions—  both [...]