Mar 14, 2022 | Poetry on Learning
Like education, poetry is often the magic of communicating the experience of “real” to those who have not yet lived it. It is rolling up into a concrete ball of words that which cannot be bound by them. It is an illusion that matters. Simulation Everything I ever... 
Mar 8, 2022 | Poetry on Learning
Are you a stickler for details?Is it okay if we use eclectic punctuation and smiley faces in our compositions? How often do I have to log on to this class?Does “online” mean that we have to do everything “online”? Don’t you understand the... 
Mar 8, 2022 | Plants and Pages
Even in the faded light of a quarter moon I can see your blushing pink, fifteen seconds before the first kiss of dawn, and I wonder what you are feeling, what you remember from your waking dream, what was said and left unsaid, what secrets linger from the immense... 
Jan 24, 2022 | Poetry on Learning
It’s the small conversations I likewhere the volumes spoken lie in tone,and rhythms form unbreakable codes. We sit at a table, discreetly silent under a green cloth, lemons and oranges huddle togetherin my tear-streaked tea glassand you sendsmoke signalsfrom... 
Jan 18, 2022 | Plants and Pages
I wish we shared a languageso that I could tell you about my dream, how a plant became like a cloudwith thousands of bulging, green-velvet eyes, all closed and lazy with gloss,waiting like the embers of a remembered fire, and how when they opened with intense longingI... 
Jan 16, 2022 | Poetry on Learning
There’s a guy at the VoTech giving a safety speechabout power tools. He looks pretty jaded if you ask me. “Tools aren’t dangerous, people are,” he says. Hell, he’s used a skill saw a million times and never beenhurt. What could possibly...