Word Problems poems by Ian Williams I was really apprehensive about responding to poetry. I don’t read a lot of poetry, I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because I don’t feel “qualified” to talk about it. That being said, one of my 2021 reading goals is to read more poetry and therefore my first … Continue reading Word Problems poem by Ian Williams
Category: Poetry
Reflecting on 2020 and setting goals for 2021
Welcome, 2021! Last week I reflected on my year of reading. The titles, the genres, the authors. Around March last year, I had to take the reality of my “COVID mindset” and my inability to focus into consideration and set a milestone much lower than I usually do at 50 books. As an English teacher … Continue reading Reflecting on 2020 and setting goals for 2021
“Time Heals What Reason Cannot
Time heals what reason cannot. ~Seneca It’s interesting how much difference a day can make. I am continually amazed at how, over the course of a measly twelve hours a person can go from being mired in the deepest darkest pit of disappointment to walking on sunshine. This change cannot merely be a matter of … Continue reading “Time Heals What Reason Cannot
A Person Upon Which to Perch
Friend (noun) a person upon which to perch At timesit seems sincerity is difficult to come bybecausefor the most part, most of us are afraid to be judged for who we are.So we tweak and change what we sayand what we doso we will be accepted rather than be alone. And besides,we don’t want anyone … Continue reading A Person Upon Which to Perch
To Frustratingly Flail About With My Words
Some days I believe I can be as articulate as the greatest of ancient Greek orators. Sitting, surrounded by youth. Using extended metaphor to enlighten. Persuasive and entertaining with my words. Arguing a point that possesses a foregone conclusion just to uproot it and shake it free of narrow-mindedness. Then transplant it elsewhere. Entertaining with … Continue reading To Frustratingly Flail About With My Words
Memory as Metaphor
Memory is a funny thing.Multi-metaphorical. It’s like a tiny alligator. Lurking in shallow water leisurely swimming by moving its tail. You wade tentatively in life, feeling warmth and security. Going further out and away. When suddenly it grabs your ankle in its sharp pointy teeth reminding you it’s there. And then leaving little pointed pricks … Continue reading Memory as Metaphor
