I march bravely into the unknown. The silent room slowly awakens. Gentle go the lights. The teacher’s words draw my eyes. A quick reverie amidst the sounds of squeaking sneakers and slamming lockers. tapping the window sharply robin interrupts wisps of fluffy clouds One-by-one the…
Tag: Teacher poem
Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 3
Colorful fliers greet them upon entry. Promises of utdoor games, slip ‘n slide, snow cones, a semi-scary movie, and prizes for best costumes. Sister Sledge on the intercom. We are family. I’ve got all my sisters with me. We bebop to the music. She balances…
Subbing in America: Hour 2 (prompt: Robert Frost)
* Trigger Warning: Violence * the static crackle voices break the heavy air still shrill with hate sweat, blood and screams pierce through his soul the darkest evening of the year. he gives his radio a shake to ask if there is some mistake. the…
Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 1 (prompt: swimming)
* Trigger warning * blue invitation best friends for life she tells her both swimming in red
The End of the Book
I teach kids to read I want them to love words and stories and books like I do. That means I mostly read kids’ books, appreciate the subtle sophistication of children’s lit, of children. But…I just slogged through 365 pages of adult action adventure. Kids…