![]() ![]() White man, out of place, black bag, weird around women, Relating this story over the phone, got angry. You tell him off, swat away his hands, rise up? And my daughter, who was When my daughter told me the story, I had the same reaction. You react and ask him to stop and surely if you don’t want to be touched. Why didn’t you speak up? asked the teacher, clearly confused. ![]() Whyĭid you not! He was harassing them- touching one and trashing the other. And then the roomĭidn’t you kick him out? call the police right away? asked the students. ![]() Refused: the teacher told him to leave: he refused: she threatened toĬall security (who the kids had been trying to flag all class) and heįinally, finally, decamped, taking his bag with him. Say it, he said, say you’re a big voluptuous and proud! Teacher soldiered on until he started picking on the Black girl in theįront. Had chosen his seat by the only door, obstructing the proper exit. Making little sense, loudly, with authority. Nephew approach the door, notice the man, stop, wide-eyed, turn, and The teacher agreed the students saw the kid who was supposedly his He repeated his story about auditing, maybe he would participate, He touched her hair, near her face, invited her to a dance, He was auditing the class, somebody’s uncle he said she was pretty,Īdmired her hair, stroked the tree of life tattoo inside her arm. He crashed the scene: an older man, mildly unkempt, with a bit of a On a large staid campus in upstate New York. Teaching, from Russia (or was it Germany? Belgium?). Lay sick, manning the switch as the train approached a fork in the tracks.ġ2 students meeting in a dorm space, in the evening, a visiting prof, new to Ou-do class: the hungry man in a food store, in a pharmacy while his wife Philosophy of Ethics: it was a small discussion-based class, a what-would. Without any guarantee Sighting Down the New Generation Gap / Elizabeth S. So I’ll try to be anchored in self worth.īut also each little circle that we entail. We live and die under a harsh yellow sun.īut to live life vulnerable is to be open to hurt I wonder if I’ll ever learn from the maple tree We live in a beautifully vulnerable world.Īlthough that’s all I ever strived to do. ![]() Wisdom and strength for inspiration’s sake. Our lives and override the plans we arrange. Schedules, obligations, distractions congest Some inspiration came to us, their friends.ĭon’t poems need seven years in the drawer?Īre we better for the struggle as time runs away?īy life’s normal distractions: to all, our best. We hope our Muses all shake hands and say ³from Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est” Twentieth-First Century Women’s Healthcare / Jennifer Dracos-Tice Fall / David EstringelĪnd the falling of leaves. Screaming to revived city blocks about the inequities of war. The windows popped, popped, popped– we used the shards The flames took their time chewing on all that knowledge. We lost the Great Libraries in the Revolution’s fires, Matchboxes, teeming with bulbous sulphur heads Galactic mists, exposed for all gleams of the rising planets intakes of breathĪs children press their eyes against telescopes and behold the bands of gasĪround distant giants and the hot chocolate, steaming in styrofoam Īnd midnight sandwiches, pressed in aluminum wrap Lowing of the sluggish freight trains, hum of the commercial highways Swaying of the Protectorate’s trees, chirruping of the midnight frogs, Taste buds enlivened by fermented fruit juiceĪnd the star systems spin beyond the great cleansing dome.ĭo I have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?²ĭo you have the strength to be the crisisĮssence of jasper, fragrance of the lily fields Goodbye On the High Watchtower / Angelo D’Amatoĭo I dare disturb the universe?¹, murmursĭoes the universe dare disturb you, retorts If you’d like to volunteer for a 30/30 Project month, please fill out our application here and warm up your pen! Day 30 / Poem 30 Untitled / Donna Dallas We hope you enjoy discovering new poets, forms, and poems as you scroll through each day’s drafts! Their poems are listed each day, below, in alphabetical order by poet’s name. The volunteer poets for August 2022 are Rusty Barnes, Donna Dallas, Angelo D’Amato, Jennifer Dracos-Tice, David Estringel, R.W.
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