opening the mind and heart through poetry
A prose poem that I wrote for class: Flirting with thirty from down the hall, barely grasping the scheme of it all, I pull my breaker tighter though the weather is nicer as she tugs on the strap of my baggage, slowing my pace. In a line, with no front and no end but I'm... Continue Reading →
And they're trying to figure out where to put me. All the subs came flocking to this school because they have teachers out for training. I just want to get in a classroom already. This anticipation is killing me... I've got a poem coming for ya'll, that is, if I survive this day haha While... Continue Reading →
I start my Poetry Fundamentals class. I've reviewed my readings (which is a crap ton of poems by poets with funny names) and my assignments: analyzing object and list poems and discussing them with my fellow classmates. And I have two poems due by Sunday for my portfolio. I'm excited. I'm nervous. But I'm hell... Continue Reading →
So I just finished up a course in Literary Theory and when I say this was my most difficult course by far, I mean it. No, really, this course had me questioning everything about my writing, my choice of authors, my purpose in life... my soul was wrung for every last drop of conviction it... Continue Reading →
So I'm six weeks into my master's program and although it's kicking my ass, I'm really happy I made this decision. After having more than a few months off from school, it was a bit of a struggle jumping back in, especially since I switched majors. I went from studyng Criminal Justice to English and... Continue Reading →