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NaPoWriMo: 19 (found poem)

Venting Every September before Summer’s heat has loosened her stranglehold upon the air, I stand as a teacher, To “those kids” the ones deemed ignorant and dumbfounded center mass targets staring into the smoking muzzles of recent failures and fresh theories about how apathetic they are about how challenging they are about how urban they … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo 2017: #6 (a found poem)

After work days have dragged obstinate feet through the week and the calendar has burned itself upon a paper pyre like a five day phoenix we dig ourselves from the ashes and climb out of lukewarm graves; casting aside funeral clothes, we alter our inflexible code of “To do lists” and deadlines, and become each … Continue reading