These thoughts represent my life as a poet and my questions, amazing moments, poignant exchanges, compassion, and outrage at times, gathered as I work in public school and community settings. My goal is to instill a passion for language, reading, writing, and the art of poetry in anyone willing to suspend belief that they cannot express or interpret for themselves.
Friday was my last day at the elementary school where I have taught a total of 2 weeks in the past month. I mentioned the student who wanted to give me her own nickname when we met the first day of that residency. While I waited in the wing's common area for a class of 3rd graders to get back from their special instruction for the day (probably art), three of the students from that first self-contained class, a boy and two girls, hurried across to do an errand from their classroom. When they saw me, they had much to share about what was going on in school but it quickly became time that they needed to get back and I needed to head to my next class. As the three left, the girls scurried off down the hall, the boy looked at me with a big smile and said, "Goodbye Muffin."