Inspiration

Our students have a lot to say about what’s going in their lives. We don’t always give them a forum to voice their views, in part because we don’t know what they’ll say. We may not want to hear the raw truth (and sometimes we may think it is not “school appropriate”). I have found that spoken word offers a meaningful framework for organizing ideas around a strong point of view welcoming students who may feel more comfortable using their voices than their fingers to express their views.

Today’s inspiration is called “Reasons Why and Responses To.” And I invite you to try a different modality in your expression, if you are game.

To begin, let’s take a look at a common text structure in spoken word: the list or countdown. Listen to a few of these spoken word performances. Just a heads up, a few have strong language.

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Using the count-down or count-up structure, I taught junior high students to blend poetry, research, and argument in order to share their passion and expertise about a subject or issue of interest to them.

Take a look at this short collection of what junior high students wrote and performed for our class last year. Notice the jargon to signal expertise, notice embedded facts, notice the argument for moving people to understand more deeply the importance of the topics students chose, and notice the craft.

Today, let’s play with this spoken word text structure. How can we access our expertise, passions, and even commentary about the world using the rhythm of spoken word? Today’s poems will likely look different– more text heavy and less dependent on white space or line breaks — we’ll see.

Process

Select a topic based on a hobby, expertise, passion, or issue about which you already know a lot or want to learn more about.

  • Everyday: flossing, the perfect cup of coffee, eye brow grooming, loading the dishwasher, toast, snoozing the alarm clock
  • Expertise: an instrument, perfect running shoe/yoga mat, the beauty of BBQ, planting a garden, birdwatching, a recipe/cooking technique, art technique/period, lesser known, undervalued author/activist/historical figure
  • Activism: a cause you know well or volunteer for that most people don’t know about, an experience you’ve had that others need to understand better

Select a framework: Responses to people who ask…Reasons to try…What I’d say to people who…What everyone needs to understand about…

  • Count up or count down. Some of the examples start at 8 and work down to 1 while others start at 1 and go from there.
  • Address the person or group of people directly and use the language they’d understand, i.e., if your audience is new or ignorant/novice to the topic.
  • Any number is fine — you do not need 8 responses, 3, or maybe you want to make a single statement.

Try a technique: You will see in the student examples hyperlinked above that some have color coding and bolding. I teach grammar and craft in context — no worksheets or quizzes. So I ask students to highlight their moves in their final drafts, perhaps you want to try this too with anaphora or polysyndeton:

  1. Anaphora is the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive lines or a refrain, make this bold.
  2. Polysyndeton is a literary technique in which conjunctions (e.g. and, but, or) are used repeatedly in quick succession, often with no commas, even when the conjunctions could be remove. Try this with italics.

Sarah’s Poem

Note: I did a voice recording of my spoken word piece using a free app on my phone. If you’d like to include a voice recording of your spoken word piece, email it to me, and I will do my best to upload it to your comment: sarah.j.donovan@okstate.edu.

Reasons Why I Hate Grades

Five. Because they suck.

Four. As a kid, I never like competition, comparison as though your A identity made you more worthy of love, attention, a hug than my B identity. Sure, I skipped a few blanks, failed to match terms, only partially shaded a bubble or two, but my story was beautiful. It’s not my fault creativity is only worth 10%.

Three. When it comes time to grade an essay, I read. I am transported into the heart and mind of a writer. I notice doubt in parentheticals, certainty in periods, excitement in fragments, and trust-distrust of their words in my hands. I cannot slash prepositions, scribe “awk,” count typos — the being on the page defies such measurement. It feels wrong to conflate it all to a letter, number, score.

Two. What they don’t advertise in teacher job descriptions is that the reason you came teaching– to be the change, to make a difference — will be reduced to the humanity of our students by measuring, ranking, and sorting bodies into tracks of classes, access to opportunities, beliefs of possibilities because of

One test or grade that cannot possibly define worth, should not factor into identity. So the A can do school, comply with rules, lacks wi-fi excuses, doesn’t need to be after school child care. So the C is subversive, resists meaningless homework, won’t tolerate packets, doodles in the margin of the Cornell notes. So what? Who are they? What do they know? Who do they want to become? See, our students are not letters. We know that. And yet grades drive assignments, phone calls home, eligibility lists, high fives, and disappointed glares. So the next time your student asks, “Miss, what grade did I get?” Change the topic and say, “I’d rather talk about your poem.”

Write

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe.

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Donnetta D Norris

4…the number of times i actually tried to think of something to fit the process
3…the number of times I have read others’ poetry on this page
2…the number of times I reminded myself it’s okay
1…the number of times I hope I ever have this problem

Donna Russ

Why I Sing
1. I sing because it makes me happy
2. I sing because it makes me sad
3. I sing because GOD gave me a song
4. I sing because I can

Allison Berryhill

Wow, Donna! You wrote a 2 a.m. poem! YAY! I like the contrast of singing both for joy and sadness–the full range of emotions. Some days when I don’t want to go for a run, I tell myself I should because I CAN. I felt that in your “why I sing.” Thank you.

Donnetta D Norris

Donna, very simple poem that speaks volumes.

Stacey Joy

10 Attention Distractors While Considering Lesson Plans for Remote Teaching
By Stacey L. Joy, ©April 26, 2020

10 hours ago, I started thinking about next week’s plans. Now, less than 10 hours are left before students log on and I haven’t done anything!

9 hundred likes on some teachers’ posts who’ve shared pictures of classrooms from their living rooms. Who in the hell does that? And why would anyone “like” it!

8 unread notifications await from students who submitted late work, and I decided to read, comment, score, and log their work. Then I contemplated creating some “You’re a Joy” digital stickers but couldn’t remember where I saved the directions.

7 days have passed and my Bath and Body products haven’t shipped! I investigate “order history” and search my emails for the confirmation. Now I’m wondering if they got the order or if the payment went to some hacker in a foreign country. Better keep an eye on my account for the next week. Log in every 3 hours. Don’t forget to set an alarm or I’ll never check it and I’ll be broke.

6 eggs are left in the carton. If I have eggs for breakfast everyday I’ll probably have a heart attack. Or is high cholesterol not happening now that COVID19 took over? Does bacon make it worse? I need to look this up before I finish my lesson plan that I haven’t even started.

5 days of lesson plans to create in 5 minutes (that’s my mind on Monday at 8:10 a.m.). Well, last week I did all of Monday’s plans on Monday at dawn, so I can do all of this week on Tuesday at dawn, right?

4 missed calls while I was in the bathroom trying to NOT look at myself while looking at myself in the 5x-magnified mirror. What the hell happened to my face? Maybe I should go back to putting makeup on daily. Clearly I need it and my face has missed it.

3 students’ faces come to mind. They are doing all of their assignments all of the time. How can I reward them? But what if the others are hungry, sad, or not able to work because their parents are making them do other things? Then it’s not their fault so get over it with the rewards. Everyone will be rewarded, find a way.

2 months from now, it’ll be summer vacation. Travel plans canceled. Can’t go to the beach. Can’t have girls night with my friends. Can’t wait to be done with remote teaching lesson planning though. Wonder if I’ll convince myself to enroll in an online course to be a better remote-teaching teacher. Lord, I hope not.

1 day out of 7 spent on me. Took a morning walk in the sunshine after an encouraging church service online. Ordered breakfast for takeout, I never do that! Enjoyed a virtual birthday party and drank cocktails. Listened to music, played a mindless game on my iPad, talked to my aunt who has the virus and prayed for healing. I read some powerful poetry and made my tired brain write this poem instead of writing lesson plans.

Allison Berryhill

Oh JOY, Stacey Joy! Every line billowed with personality. You are my kindred spirit. I laughed out loud at this buried line: “They are doing all of their assignments all of the time.”

WHO THE HELL shares pictures of their livingroom classrooms? WHO THE HELL likes them?

I know all of your distractions personally. (Plus the NYT crossword on my phone.)

Is high cholesterol not happening now that COVID19 took over? (I’m CRYING!)

Stacey Joy

Allison, I’m glad I gave you a chuckle this morning. After reading your poem last night, I felt your pain so I’m happy you were able to laugh today!
Hugs!

Jamie

Hi!
I wanted to share as a teacher, I spend Sundays planning three classes for what might be 40% of my students. I try not to judge, because I know many are not living life as easily as I do. And try not to judge those who are not taking advantage of learning. We read about Frederick Douglas at the start of the year. I’ve always marveled at the drive James Baldwin clearly had and know we are not all the same when it comes to an interest in learning.
I wanted to share the story of a friend who is now out of the hospital in Atlanta. He spent 17 days on a ventilator. More days than that in ICU. He is over 60. I believe there are survivors. I wish you and your aunt my best.
Jamie

Stacey Joy

Hi Jamie, thank you for the concern and thoughts and for sharing your friend’s story. I keep my faith that she is more than a conqueror, this too shall pass.
I agree 100% about judging kids and work done or not. It’s an impossible time for everyone. Anyone who can do it all, WOW! Those who can’t, NO PROBLEM. I went to bed at midnight last night. I am an early to bed early to rise woman. So right now, I am already aching and tired from lack of sleep. It’s only 9:40 a.m.! I have to give myself the same flexibility that I offer my students. Today, I’m not checking in with anyone until office hours begin at 12:30.

Have a good week!

Donnetta D Norris

How I can relate to so many things on your list. Remote learning lesson planning is very challenging. You touched my heart with “3 students”…I wonder how my Scholars are doing all the time. Thank you for sharing.

gayle sands

Just getting it this today. I love it! The voice in this piece is so real, and the comments, also. my favorite? Lord, I hope not… wonderful.

Allison Berryhill

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The Top 10 Reasons I Can’t Write a Poem Tonight

10. My eyes feel like sticky, dusty marbles that have rolled behind the refrigerator
9. My head cannot hold the slippery noodles of my thoughts
8. My fingernails are scraggly and skritching against the keyboard in a way that makes
7. My teeth grind together like two wrong chords
6. My worries are flitting in and out of focus like eye floaters
5. My coffee carafe shattered into a thousand stars when I bumped it on the counter.
4. My mood is like that pea-green shredded Swiss I found behind the sandwich meat stamped “Use by March 12”
3. My dog’s bark in the yard sounds like a cast-iron skillet banging against a flag pole
2. My mouth feels like a hollow eggshell
1. My words are invisible to my tongue

Stacey Joy

Allison,
I am with you! Hugs my dear. Give yourself a big graceful hug for getting it written. You did it! I love it because it is raw and real. I have 8 of 10 symptoms you listed, I am with you!

❤️

Jamie

why I write it down

if I write it down, I’ll remember to buy it when I’m a the grocery,
even if I forget the slip of paper.
if I write it down, I’ll look at the words “Please tell me, how can
I love you better” and remember what’s important.
if I write it down, I can lay out plans, see it what I want to do,
and adjust them to fit the time.
if I write it down, I can think about the words I’m copying
and know and understand the meaning more deeply.
if I write it down, I’ll get back to you with the answer
to your questions.
if I write it down, we can look at the ideas together
and grow your essay to be just like you want it.
if I write it down, I just might find a poem.

Allison Berryhill

Jamie, I love how you held your idea up to the light, then turned it this and that direction. Your poem is a beautiful mini-essay, exploring all the ways “writing it down” matters. Beautiful.

Jordy Bowles

One friend in the house is my limit
Two walks a day
Three meals
because boredom is here to stay
Four days since I’ve showered
Five weeks passed and it’s almost May…
Four more weeks until freedom
Three if I’m feeling edgy,
to risk lunch with a friend and hopefully
One day, we’ll be able to sit inside Chick-fl-a

Barb Edler

Jordy, your poem is particularly relatable during this difficult time of sheltering in place and social distancing. The line “Four days since I’ve showered” is particularly revealing of how our routines have been so skewed. Meeting friends does seem risking, and I think the thing that is most depressing. Just sitting in a restaurant with a friend seems invaluable at this time. I enjoyed reading your poem! Thanks!

Allison Berryhill

I’m smiling at the clever way you counted up, then counted down and used “to risk” so smoothly as your final “two.” That you worked in rhyme was a delightful layer as well! This was a treat to read!

Donnetta D Norris

Love, love, love this poem, and Chick-fil-a.

Katrina Morrison

How to Ruin a Good Book

1. The best way to ruin a good book is by reading the blurb on the back first. Writers of such spoilers must be the same people who talk during movies. Beware at all costs! (The Glass Hotel)

2. The best way to ruin a good book is by finding out someone with questionable taste loves the book. Ugh, then, there they are lurking over your shoulder, when you discover the character’s deepest darkest secrets. (Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine)

3. The best way to ruin a good book, a really, really good book is by watching the movie before, during, or even after reading it. Even the best cinematography cannot capture the subtleties of MY Aslan. (Chronicles of Narnia)

4. The best way to ruin a good book is by being forced to read it by your teacher. Trust me, I am an authority on ruining good books this way. (The Secret Life of Bees)

5. The best way to ruin a good book is by learning that it is a hoax and the author is a quack. Learn this first and save yourself the time and money. (The Education of Little Tree)

6. The best way to ruin a good book is by growing up. While some books bear rereading at any age and often, others choose to remain behind basking in the rays of your halcyon childhood. (Mrs. Piggle Wiggle)

7. The best way to ruin a good book is by never visiting the quirky indie bookstore where you would have bought it in the first place. Nothing compares to reading the Judy Blume book you purchased at Judy Blume’s bookstore. (Are You There, God? It’s Me Margaret.)

8. The best way to ruin a good book is to tell yourself you are not a reader. The only hope is that the universe will conspire against you and leave you stranded in an airport with a dead cell phone and no available charging stations or that a storm will knock out your power for days or that you will be stuck in a hospital waiting room having left your phone at home while your sister is in labor. (__________________________)

Barb Edler

Katrina, I had a good laugh this morning after reading your poem. The end is particularly rich. I loved Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. This poem would be a great discussion point during a English Department meeting! Very enjoyable read! Thanks!

Stacey Joy

Hi Sarah, yessss!!! Your poem is FIRE! I love spoken word, love the flow and excitement of the poem in a performance. Just makes me get all kinds of happy.

Unfortunately, today I focused on my 87 year-old aunt, my mom’s only sibling, who was recently diagnosed with COVID19. She contracted it in the rehab center. So disgusted. Anyway, I will respond now, then write later. I haven’t even begun my lesson plans for tomorrow. I would say today sucks, but it doesn’t. Today is a blessing. I’m here. I can do this!

Thank you so much for your spoken word…are you ready to record a video and make it go viral? I’ll certainly share!
?

gayle sands

Stacey—so sorry to hear about your aunt. My thoughts are with you…

Susan Ahlbrand

Stacey, sending you a virtual hug. You CAN do this. You are a woman of great strength!

Allison Berryhill

Stacey, I am so sorry your aunt is sick. My brother-in-law (65, asthmatic) was intubated for two weeks and is now, at last, moved out of ICU, where he is making slow progress every day. I have been in the thick of the fear and worry and will stay there with you now. Wishing you pockets of calm and peace.

Rachel Stephens

Seven things you probably didn’t realize about the baby naming process…

One:
So you’ve already planned a list of names…
it’ll get 50 times harder to decide on one
the moment you see the double lines on the pregnancy test.
100 times harder once you find out the baby’s sex.
Two:
Being a school teacher is the worst occupation
when it comes to deciding on baby names.
Just one year = 160 name options out of the running.
Three:
The moment you think you’ve decided on a name,
you’ll realize just how many people already have it.
Kids of facebook friends, your sister-in-law’s niece,
your second cousin,
oh and that troublemaker kid in 7th grade.
Four:
First-name middle-name combos are impossible.
The amount of syllables will be off,
the initials will spell out an obscenity,
the names will rhyme
or they’ll clash.
Your families will pressure you to use a family name
(Mom’s, Grandma’s, Great Aunt Sue’s)
and unless you want to spell “Rae” as “R-a-i-i-g-h,”
every good middle name is already overused.
Five:
Not only is this a vital decision to make
(by the 9 month deadline),
but you also have to agree on it WITH YOUR SPOUSE.
Odds are, he’ll rarely want to talk about it,
he won’t like your ideas,
and he won’t suggest any of his own.
Pray you’ll make it through the process
and still love each other.
Six:
The more time you spend thinking
about a name you’ve chosen,
the weirder it will sound.
Like when you stare at a word so long
you become certain you’ve spelled it wrong,
even though you haven’t.
Seven:
Yes, it’s hard.
But at the end of the day, whatever name you choose will be fine.
I wasn’t destined to be “Rachel,”
but because my parents gave me that name,
it’s who I’ve become.
You have enough to stress about during pregnancy,
just choose a name and let it go.

Shaun

As a teacher, I love “one year = 160 name options out of the running” – so true.
The end is perfect – puts things in perspective. Great writing!

Jordy Bowles

Rachel I really enjoyed your piece for today! As the daughter of a teacher, I had always heard her complain about brainstorming names for my brother and me but always pictured one of her students instead. and she didn’t want that! I love that you said “I wasn’t destined to be a “Rachel,” but it’s who I’ve become.”

gayle sands

This is great! All of the stressors are here! (And even if you think you are choosing something “special”, you will realize un-special it is when they start kindergarten!!) After the year of the Justins—5 of them in one class, four of whom ended up in trouble with the law, I would advise against that name.

Betsy Jones

10 Responses to the question: “How can you watch another fashion show?”

1. Because I have already watched all of the “Project Runway” and “Making the Cut” episodes
2. Because I have already watched all of the shows in the Ru Paul’s “Drag Race” universe
3. Because I can’t watch another Guy Fieri-hosted food show
4. Because I like shows about the creative process–whether it’s writing a song or baking a cake or renovating a house or sewing a dress–I like to see people make something out of nothing
5. Because I don’t get “fashion:” I don’t understand why red carpet looks and Instagram followers matter, why we need runway shows, why the cut of that pant is “wrong,” why we have to distinguish between “plus-sized models” or “extended-size models” and why everyone is either so indignant or self-righteous about the presence of any woman whose size is a double-digit
6. Because I am wearing a rotating wardrobe of pajamas, worn out yoga pants, and sports bras…because can’t a girl dream she might look good in a sequined ball gown or a leather motorcycle jacket ?
7. Because it’s dumb and vapid and I need some sort of distraction to take my mind off my TMJ because I need something to watch before I sleep off this tension headache because I need something that won’t give me nightmares or more anxiety dreams
8. Because I need to experience something with a clear winner and a clear loser–even though I don’t understand why the person who made the ugly shirt gets to stay while the person who made the boring skirt gets sent home–because I cannot make sense of the arbitrary nature of pandemic death tolls because I cannot continue to contemplate my own mortality while I create a grocery list
9. Because I cannot watch CNN without cursing or crying because I cannot watch John Krasinski’s “Some Good News” without crying because I cannot watch videos of my nieces or strangers’ cats on Facebook without crying because I cannot watch “SNL from Home” without crying because I cannot re-watch “The Good Place” without crying because I will NOT watch the latest season “The Handmaid’s Tale”
10. Because I just want to watch something simple and beautiful and non-essential

Shaun

I love the honesty and voice in this! I feel the same way when I watch shows that feel like “bubble gum for the brain” – best line – “Because I cannot watch CNN” (or any news) without wanting to break something!
Great writing!

Ann M.

One Gentleman

One too many heartbreaks
Two, for me’s a crowd
Three breakups to date so far
Four and I’ll scream out loud
Five years since the first one
Six months each were they
Seven years I’ve knelt and prayed that one won’t run away
Six months it seems my limit is
Five dates we’ve been on now
Four kisses, all electric, so I can’t imagine how
Three men just never managed
To make me feel the way
One gentleman with words of kindness makes me feel today.

Naydeen Trujillo

Ann,
this is so beautifully crafted and perfect! I love the form and tone of your poem. There really enough words to describe how great this is. I absolutely love this, please don’t ever stop writing because you were meant for this!

Susie Morice

Ann — This sis such a sweet, lyrical poem… I like how it sounds out loud. Each line sounds so rhythmic. I love that this ends with the “one gentleman with words of kindness makes me feel today.” Just lovely. The counting really works for the narrative in such a well-crafted way. In the first lines, I just wanted to say… the heck with those dopes…and it was sweet that all that early business was just laying the groundwork for the real deal you “feel today.” Thanks for sharing, Susie

Betsy Jones

Ann! So creative…I love the balance of both the count-up and the count-down. I don’t think I’ve seen a poem take such form. It’s fun and sweet and tense and compelling! Thank you for sharing with us!

Jordy Bowles

Ann, I adore your piece. This something as a person in my early 20s has felt often. I also liked that in the structure of your poem, you counted up then back down, to the one gentleman.

gayle sands

Ann—love this—the flow, the up-and-back numbers, the truth, and the sweet ending. ;

Stacey Joy

Ann,
This should be a new Hallmark Greeting card! It’s pure love! I hope he knows how much you care.

Tammi

How to Come Undone During Covid 19

1. It begins with a steamy mid morning shower, scalding my skin, standing in swelling water ankle deep. I curse the clogged drain and stagnant water.
2. Organize my shoes, organize my sweaters (which I’ll need until June), organize my sock drawer. Maybe I’ll find the lost ones.
3. Wash my hands, stare at the bleeding fissures. Repeat.
4. Listen to 90’s Grunge music from dead composers on repeat. Yeah, “I got a real complaint.”
5. Pull the thread on my sweater.
6. Obsessively check my email for a response about manuscript submission. Think, “Is there anybody out there?” Check query tracker, check submittable. Check my email again. Convince myself I’m not a complete failure.
7. Use the app on my phone to track the dead.
8. Plunge shower drain, yank out strands and strands and strands of hair. Curse. It is all mine. I’m sure of it. What’s worse than isolation? Going bald during isolation.
9. Wash my hands, stare at bleeding fissures. Repeat.
10. End the day with a heavy glass of red wine. Watch bleeding fissures. Count the dead. Pull the thread. Make a note to call the plumber.

Susie Morice

Tammi – Oh my gosh, this is way too real. You have captured our lives and the miserable repeats of “bleeding fissures” really does drive this home to those final acts of #10. I feel your pain. You are not alone! Though it may seem that way… you are not alone. Thank you, Susie

Stacey Joy

Dang. Reality speaks! You have expressed the feelings and emotions of so many of us.
#8 is especially painful. Let’s remember, we aren’t alone and I’ll have a “heavy glass of red wine” with you! Virtual Cheers! ?

Jamie

when things go bad the pipes back up – your words remind me of the earlier days of this period – the uncertainty kept me off balance and organizing shoes, definitely listened to music the balm, and ended with a drink – it’s nice not to have to get up so early – a friend once told me your drain backs up when you have company cause your dead relatives are coming back wondering why they weren’t invited your poem is filled with distractions – all we can do

Naydeen Trujillo

Reasons To Take Pictures
1. Your memory will fade and you will want to remember the good times.
2. Pictures are something you can hold on to forever.
3. You will want a picture for the first time you saw your niece.
4. So you can remember why you stopped wearing that outfit.
5. You can show your children them one day.
6. They don’t change.
7. Why wouldn’t you want to capture this beautiful moment.
8. So you can see yourself in pure happiness.
9. You will want a picture for the first time you saw your nephews.
10. Because what if someone leaves and you can’t remember their face.
11. So you can remember why you stopped dying your hair.
12. When you look back you will want to have pictures to prove you were there and you existed and took it all in.

Tammi

Love those reasons! Especially 11 “So you can remember why you stopped dying your hair.” Thanks for sharing.

Katrina Morrison

I particularly like 10 – Pictures help us remember people when we knew them and even before we knew them. I have a picture of my mom in a beautiful red dress from sometime in the 1950’s. This image of her would have been lost, except for the photograph.

Shaun

Six Responses to People Who Say Stamp Collecting Is Boring

1 – Look, the age of posting letters has past, but they still exist,
and that means stamps exist as well.

2 – Stamps are little pieces of art. Period. Nobody questions
art collectors, right?

3 – Commemorative stamps commemorate. They remember.
Stamps teach history. Wars. Revolutions. Achievements.
Stamps remember who we are.

4 – Every country (past and present) makes stamps.
From Azerbaijan to Zaire. Stamps are a window to the world.

5 – Currency – at the very least, they teach about monetary units.
Except for the United States, which are worth “Forever” – that’s optimism!

6 – Unhinged or hinged? Perf 11 or 10.5? Plate block or booklet?
Cancelled or Uncancelled? Did you know that a 24c 1918 inverted Jenny is worth
$510,000! And that was a mistake!

Laura

Shaun, this is great! I laughed the most at #2, 5, and 6.

Seana

Shaun,
Loved your poem. I, too, used to collect stamps. I loved all six reasons. I enjoyed reason 3 especially when you wrote “they teach history, wars, revolutions and achievements.”

Tammi

Wow! So much history in stamps. Never thought of stamps that way before. Thanks for opening my eyes and perspective to a cool hobby!

Naydeen Trujillo

Shaun,
I’ve written so many letters and I’ve never thought of collecting the stamps. I loved your reasons for keeping them, so amazing. Number 3 and 5 were my favorite.

Jamie

I love it. I majored in art history cause when I was twelve i had a stamp about art history at some university maybe Penn and the idea of studying art history stuck!

Laura

Believe it or not, this is significantly trimmed down from the original…but I could wax poetic on bread for, well, pages.

“countdown to sourdough fresh from your oven”

Step 1: Take just a few grams of your stubborn yet robust starter–she may smell like she’s been drinking whiskey since Wednesday and have the physical composition of a terrestrial mollusk, but she’s borne too much goodness to turn your nose up. Add 200 grams of water, warm like your skin. Add 200 grams of flour. Mix with your hands because, like the starter, your bread will be borne from living organisms that descended from those that traced your hands or floated down from the atmosphere above. Cover with a cloth. Wait for tomorrow.

Step 2: Drag yourself out of bed earlier than you would like by conjuring the smells and tastes of loaves past. Imagine yourself slathering your fresh pillow of sourdough with a thick quilt of butter and sprinkling chunky salt crystals before the ultimate consumption. Now, scoop the leaven into a bowl atop your scale. Add 600 grams of water, warm like your skin. Add 900 grams of flour. Mix with your hands. Read your book for thirty minutes; then, sprinkle 20 grams of salt and 50 more grams of water, warm like your skin, onto the dough. Mix with your hands.

Step 3: Turn on the t.v. or open a book; your activity will need to occupy at least four hours time, but be punctuated intermittently with dough chores. Press play. Watch. Press pause. Wet your dominant hand and turn your dough into a neat package from each edge–this will require the dissolution of reality as you must see a circle as a square. Repeat enough times in the next four hours that you only start keeping track after the third–no, the fourth? turn.

Step 4: Breathe deep. Flour the board. Spill the dough onto the board; trust your eyes to divide in two. Swiftly swirl each piece of dough into a boule (fancy French word for “ball”); as you spiral your hands downward and underneath the dough, be sure the edges of your pinky fingers kiss with each spin. Allow dough to rest under a towel, after all, she’s already had a big day and we’re only halfway there.

Step 5: Uncover the boules. They’ll have relaxed. Fold each like you’re folding an envelope. Nestle each boule in a towel-lined and generously floured bowl that could easily serve a salad at a dinner party. Go for a walk, take a shower, read, watch a movie, but don’t get back in the kitchen for at least four hours.

Step 6: Set the oven to 500 degrees Fahrenheit. Place a lidded pot into the oven. Once at temperature, remove the pot from the oven, the lid from the pot, and uncover your first boule. Swiftly and gently tump the dough into the blazing pot. As painful as it will be for both of you, score her surface so that her expansion is comfortable. Drop the oven 50 degrees, put the lid on the pot, put the pot in the oven. Read your book for 20 minutes. Remove the lid, quickly admire the shiny surface of your bread, then shut the oven door.

Step 7: Let the bread bake until it is golden brown delicious and it feels like it’s been liberated from the weight of the water. Let cool as long as you can, but don’t torture yourself!

Step 8: Slice bread so that you can rest it cut-side down to maintain moisture and stall staling. Now, make your dreams from Step 2 your reality.

Tammi

Love this image,”as you spiral your hands downward and underneath the dough, be sure the edges of your pinky fingers kiss with each spin”. I can see the passion you have for baking in this piece and the love that goes into each loaf. Thanks for sharing!

Jamie

Lou, maybe your calling is food poetry – a topic you know inside and out – and you did not even broach giving advice

Monica Schwafaty

I decided to write about this celebration/challenge. A major part of this poem is a compilation of some of the comments/feedback other people have shared, not my own words. I couldn’t give credit because I do not know who wrote them. I just thought this would the perfect opportunity to express what this challenge has meant to so many of us. If this is not okay, please feel free to delete it. I will not be offended.

Why should you participate in the #verse love celebration?

ONE- Because even though your self-doubt makes you hesitate,
later you’ll be glad you did it.

TWO- Because you can. Because you want to. Because you love poetry.
Because you NEED it.

THREE- Because as you share your writing, a loving and supportive group gently embraces you. Their comments help you gain the confidence you so desperately need. These fellow writers/poets make you feel safe enough to take risks. You finally let go of your fears.

FOUR- Because it gives you a purpose. You look forward to it every day, and it helps make the mundane daily tasks a little less boring. You cannot go to bed without writing your poem. No matter how tired you are. It becomes a daily ritual. It allows you to stop and breathe.

FIVE- Because it helps you see the world anew. It connects you to your own and everybody else’s humanity. It reconnects you to the writer you left behind decades ago.

SIX- Because the poems become a source of comfort and normalcy in a time when absolutely nothing is normal. It becomes a much-needed outlet, a haven you didn’t even know you needed.

SEVEN- Because it gives you an opportunity to look back. You share memories, revisit events, and realize things about yourself you did not even know or had forgotten. You share some of the poems with your loved ones and you bond even more.

EIGHT- Because as you share the experiences that have defined who you are, you find your voice.

Emily Yamasaki

Monica, what a wonderful tribute to #verselove. Thank you for putting into words the many reasons we are so grateful for this writing opportunity. I am so happy that I have been able to be a part of this community. My favorite line was:

FIVE- Because it helps you see the world anew. It connects you to your own and everybody else’s humanity. It reconnects you to the writer you left behind decades ago.

Shaun

Wow! What a great idea! I love the way your poem reflects this process and all the different ways it impacts us. I want to put this on my classroom wall!

gayle sands

YES!!!! Especially number seven. I have recalled things I didn’t even know I cared about…

Maureen Ingram

I absolutely loved reading the student examples – there is so much POWER in student voice! Your spoken word poem about grading was spot on – loved how the short phrases built such a spirited rhythm, really bolstering your argument, making it so clear, wrapped up with the succinct final statement: “I’d rather talk about your poem.” Awesome!

This challenge took me out of my comfort zone, and I had so much fun….

Reasons Why I Walk Along the Creek in the Rain

7. It clears your head, better than bed, those daily steps, they give you pep.

6. You know you have the clothes, jacket, boots, nothing exposed, there’s no bad weather, only bad clothes, this debate is all that slows.

5. You’ll have the path to yourself, absolutely no doubt, silence in the rain, silence reigns, everything’s so quiet, you hear so deep, branches crack, a frog leaps, wings flutter, water washes over rocks, it’s so quiet you hear nature talk, there’s something to be said about solitude, something that fills your soul and your mind, too.

4. It’s like taking a trip in your mind, going to another place and time, you’re in a cloud forest and you are lost, no – Isles of Shoals or some other sweet spot, maybe Gene Kelly’s with you, singing away the blues, it’s a big game of make-believe, same old same old like you’ve never seen.

3. Transported by your feet, a series of visuals without repeat, colors like no other, in the softer light, pinks seem pinker, flowers so bright, redbuds at peak, peeking at you, dogwoods want in on the show, too, it’s a school without walls, surprises await, endless possibilities to see something great, the surprise of the heron, in the creek, standing and staring, and you, standing and staring, too, everything glistening in the rain, everything different, nothing the same.

2. Think about writing ‘reasons why and responses to,’ write in your head, as you’re walking, muse, what is it they say, what do they advise, “Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise?” – there’s got to be a way you can answer this prompt, these puddles at your feet, making you stomp.

1. Because you can, understand, because you can.

And, you did.

Laura

Maureen,
I love your images and rhymes. I particularly love “silence in the rain, silence reigns” and “maybe Gene Kelly’s with you” and “the surprise of the heron, in the creek, standing and staring, and you, standing and staring.” I’ve spent more time over these last six weeks marveling over the nature around me and your words echo my thoughts.

glenda funk

Maureen,
I love the rhythm of your poem and hear the creek in your words. The nature imagery offers calm, a tranquility we so desperately need in these uncertain days. I have an image of Gene Kelly dancing and smile reading “there is no bad weather, only bad clothes.” Yesterday we walked five miles along a section of the Snake River, and this week I’m hoping the weather is warm enough for a trek into the Caribou National Forest. If there’s one blessing from self-isolation it’s that it has pushed me to get out and explore where I live and the surrounding area nor, and of course I write poems in my head as I walk. Thank you.
—Glenda

Alex Berkley

5 Ways to Fall in Love with a Hippopotamus

1. You have to go to the pound after breakfast because you both notice the sign and say it doesn’t hurt to look at an animal shelter we’ll just look and see if any dogs catch our eyes. This is absurd as every dog catches your eye in this endless maze of cages where they yip and jump and look so sad and sweet. Suddenly you’re filling out an application and deciding on a few you’ll come back to see. When you walk in a week later, she is standing in her own poop because it’s a Monday and they didn’t have enough volunteers over the weekend to clean up or take all of the dogs out. So there she is, standing in her own poop and breaking your heart with her bottomless eyes and once you’re sitting in the car you both immediately decide to go back in and get her right then and there. You are well on your way to falling in love with a hippopotamus.

2. You have to be patient because you are still getting over your first dog who died tragically young just about a month ago and you have to ignore the guy at the pound who said, “Oh, so you’re replacing him,” because, no, that’s not exactly right, we just have a lot of love to give. But love doesn’t sprout overnight and when you bring her into the house for the first time you secretly wonder if you’ll ever love her like your first dog and if maybe she is just a “replacement”. You think this dog is a stranger who could snap on a whim and tear your face off, so you put her in a crate for the first night but all she does is squeal sadly so finally you let her out and she comes hurtling onto the bed in between you and your partner and she starts to snuggle and smooch and eventually snore. You are well on your way to falling in love with a hippopotamus.

3. You have to get used to being pulled around the neighborhood by a leash and get used to the joke that everyone will say when they pass you: “Who’s walking who?!?” You have to get used to being pulled off course for every squirrel or every tree with the potential to be harboring squirrels. You have to get used to her needing a long long nap after each walk and turning the TV up just a little to overcome those loud snores. You are well on your way to falling in love with a hippopotamus.

4. You have to figure out how to share the bed three ways and there’s a reason you call her a weasel because she weasels her way in between you and there’s a reason you call her a hippopotamus because she takes up a lot of space but you adjust because she needs her beauty sleep and she needs her space. She also needs about 5,000 smooches every night before bed. You are well on your way to falling in love with a hippopotamus.

5. You have to love her every day and you have to love her forever. Congratulations, you have fallen in love with a hippopotamus!

Barb Edler

Alex, this is such a powerful piece. I love the repetition of “you are well on your way to falling in love with a hippopotamus.” Clearly, your love for animals is strong and that love radiates throughout this entire piece. I would say the nickname suits her well!

Maureen Ingram

Alex, I loved, loved, loved this! What a great story you have shared, inviting all of us to fall in love with your new dog, too. These lines were simply divine, “she comes hurtling onto the bed in between you and your partner and she starts to snuggle and smooch.” That is a love story!

gayle sands

Alex, I love this. You have encapsulated all the feels of loving and losing and loving that hippopotamus. And the use of hippopotamus ads such whimsy. Thank you!

Emily Yamasaki

http://www.ethicalela.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/5-Reasons-to-Try-Yoga_Emily-Yamasaki-online-audio-converter.com_.mp3

5 Reasons to Try Yoga

5. Lightweight, stretchy pants. I like to think of them like fancy looking pajamas. I’m not what they call a “yogi”, but even I love wearing yoga pants – especially if I’m not even working out. 

4. Go for the community classes – none of that expensive private studio where everyone’s just sizing you up. You can find me as the youngest person in the “silvers” class. Surrounded by honest women and men who encourage me to stretch and reach further.

3. You don’t actually need to be flexible. I can’t touch my toes and my downward dog looks more like a coffee table. But it still invites breathing, doing, intentionally reflecting.

2. You do it barefoot. As a hater of socks and pretty much all closed toe shoes. This is a definite win.

1. Shavasana – corpse pose at the end of the class. Where you lie on your back and be as still as a windless day. Feeling every bit of your backbone melting into the mat. You may doze off, if you’re lucky. And when you rise – you’ll be anew. Refreshed. Rejuvenated. And still in stretchy yoga pants. Namaste.

Margaret Simon

I love yoga. My instructor that I love is doing Zoom classes for free. Shavasana is the best!

gayle sands

Emily—all of the above is absolutely true!!

Alex Berkley

Nice! This definitely highlights some of the best parts of yoga. I especially like your last reason, I feel relaxed just reading it!

glenda funk

Emily,
I love yoga for many of the reasons you mention. If not for yoga I would not have been able to keep up a workout routine in 2018-19. I’d always heard how yoga calms the yogi, but until I experienced its magic I didn’t believe. My muscles are tight all the time. They contract into tight balls, and yoga has helped so much. Now I practice yoga at home and love the DownDog apps, now free to educators. Definitely agree that shavasana is #1. Thank you.
—Glenda

Maureen Ingram

Emily,
These are all reasons why I love yoga, too – though I am quite appropriately with the ‘silvers’ (ha!). This is such a great line – “Surrounded by honest women and men who encourage me to stretch and reach further.” There is something about these classes, where I do feel surrounded by people who are just trying to be their own best selves. P.S. Is anyone wearing anything other than yoga pants, these days? Thank you for this!

Stacey Joy

Emily, incrediblie audio and poem! I actually rested my head back as I listened. Very relaxing and convincing to someone who hasn’t yet really done yoga. I did it on a vacation but it was on a large boat and it lasted 20 minutes because it was an intro. Does that count? LOL.

I love #4! You’re so honest and real.

Margaret Simon

Sarah, I love your rant about grades and that ending, “I’d rather talk about your poem” resonates with me. If anything this school shut down has taught us, it should be that the relationship is what matters.
Thanks for the links to your students’ poems. My students are on kidblog, so I can link yours to mine and they can have some older mentors for writing. Cool!

Eight reasons to take a walk on Sunday morning:

8. Bells chime a call to worship to empty pews echoing the song of trees.

7. I’m sorry I keep taking the same path, the same images do not grow weary of me noticing.
I pick gardenias from CeCe’s side yard.
If she came out, she wouldn’t mind. I convince myself she’s kind.

6. A century plant will wait 25 years before blooming,
blooming only once in a lifetime.
A lifetime I took for granted only weeks ago.

5. I can take my time. No one will call to check on me.
The hummingbirds would like more sweet water.
I’ll get to it in time.

4. I walk and walk wondering if it will always be this way.
Hollow bells pealing for no one.
No one venturing out to see anyone.

3. It may rain tomorrow.
Today, the sun shines, the birds sing,
and I don’t have to join the chorus.
I’ll keep singing to myself.

2. A link was sent by email to a video service, the priest, one reader.
The organist plays as though the cathedral is full.
Full feels scary now.
Full carries weight.
Who wants to be full?

1. I close this book,
heat another cup of tea,
and find my shoes,
find my way,
fill my day.
Bloom!

Alex Berkley

This is lovely. I’m a big advocate for walks too. Simple pleasures make this whole situation easier to get through!

Maureen Ingram

Margaret, this is walking as church, walking in faith, so restorative. Loved this. There is so much reflection in these lines; perhaps the most poignant: “A lifetime I took for granted only weeks ago.” Thank you for this!

Katrina Morrison

There are so many beautiful phrasings within this poem that can stand on their own two legs, “Hollow bells pealing for no one,” “Full feels scary now,” “Full carries weight.”

Angie

Sarah, I shared your poem with my fellow teachers 🙂 I absolutely love: “So the A can do school, comply with rules, lacks wi-fi excuses, doesn’t need to be after school child care. So the C is subversive, resists meaningless homework, won’t tolerate packets, doodles in the margin of the Cornell notes. So what? Who are they? What do they know? Who do they want to become?” – had the pleasure of teaching both types in Louisiana. Your suggestion to change the topic to asking about poem reminds me of one particular creative student who was essentially the household provider but still came to school everyday. He finally built up the courage to share a spoken word poem for the class and I was so proud. Here is one of my favorite count up poems by Rudy Francisco: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1KQjS9kmbQ

10 Reasons Why I Love My Job(s)

Ten. Young people keep me youngish.
Nine. Amazing coworkers who are so organised, techy, patient, empathetic. They are wonderful role models for young people and myself.
Eight. Meaningful days. I’ve always yearned for meaning and there is never not meaning when working with young people.
Seven. Reading and writing with young people. My favourite things. Everyday.
Six. The joy of realising that young people are smarter than me in some ways. (Fear no more.)
Five. Witnessing passions of young people that are stronger than mine ever were: artistic expressions, service work, sports ability, musical inclinations.
Four. Multitudes of opportunities to grow with young people. Seeing beliefs turned reality.
Three. Dreams coming true like travelling with young people to another country. Memories to last a lifetime. Like teaching film analysis, finally.
Two. Introduction to so many new cultures, foods I probably would have never eaten. The intricacies of Ramadan and Eid, through the eyes of young people, and the rich fragility of masala dosa, fuchka, and shingara school snacks.
One. The young people.

Margaret Simon

Your passion for teaching comes through in your poem and not once did you mention giving grades. Teaching is so much more.

Monica Schwafaty

Angie,

Your poem states all the reasons why I love teaching 8th grade. I like how number one takes us back to number ten. Both lines are so true and exactly what I tell people who are shocked when I tell them I LOVE 8th-grade students.

Emily Yamasaki

Angie, I loved every bit of your poem. It is so often difficult for me to describe why I love my job to non-teachers. To the young!

Susie Morice

Sarah — Your mentor words in this cut right to the bone of how I feel about the whole business of grades. “THEY SUCK” indeed! You just really created a terrific forum for voice to ring out in such an accessible way. Wonderful prompt! Thank you so much! Susie

Susie Morice

http://www.ethicalela.com/susiemorice-when-the-cynic-says-give-it-up-girl-online-audio-converter-com/

When the Cynic Says Give it up, girl…

One – I see the odds are steep and sometimes the deck is stacked.

Easy to get tangled up in the BS,
bad politics,
hateful words,
other people’s manipulations –
that work like gravity,
silently sucking me down
a hole that’s cold and has no light.

Two – I say out loud:

I carry a big knife.
When your strong wicked hell-ropes
get tangled around my ankles,
my knife that cuts me free
is creativity.

Three – I find my words.

A mindshift
tosses down a ladder and a flashlight,
so I can see my way back
to the surface,
and take flight
to the sun,
reach up,
snatch a word,
a number,
a snapshot,
and turn a phrase,
reinvent a moment,
give it breath, life,
a voice,
a set of lyrics
that beg repeating —
a hammer-down coda –
and I’ll have the last say.

by Susie Morice©

Margaret Simon

We all need a mindshift that sends out a ladder and a flashlight…

Alex Berkley

I really enjoy your description and metaphors, especially the big knife of creativity!

Barb Edler

Susie, Wow! I love the metaphor: “I carry a big knife.
When your strong wicked hell-ropes
get tangled around my ankles,
my knife that cuts me free
is creativity.”
The short burst of words really carry the power and energy throughout this entire piece. I love the thought of “reinvent a moment” and “a hammer-down coda-“. Truly magnificent way of sharing how someone can break away from negativity and the doubters. Masterful!

Maureen Ingram

Susie, such strong imagery for writing! Wow: “my knife that cuts me free/ is creativity.” Words are power! Thank you for this!

glenda funk

Susie,
I loved hearing your strong, resonant voice deliver the poetic punch. Ken listened w/ me and says, “Bravo.” We spent time talking about your poem, and I forgot to comment. My brain is not firing on all cylinders today! Anyway, love thinking about creativity as a knife that “cuts…free.” The image of a hell-rope echoes that old dude Jonathan Edwards, so for me there’s a strong subtext in this smart verse. I love being a part of three as you share your voice and help us find ours. This poem soars. Thank you.
—Glenda

Stacey Joy

The audio is so powerful! I love it.
My fists clenched and pumped for you here:
I carry a big knife.
When your strong wicked hell-ropes
get tangled around my ankles,
my knife that cuts me free

And finding your words speaks volumes because yes, “I’ll have the last say.”

Phenomenal woman!

Allison Berryhill

Oh SUSIE! I want to hear you read every one of your poems! I listened to it before I read it, and I felt the strength of your voice as we descended hole that has no light…then here comes the ladder and the flashlight! Down the mindshaft (LOVE THAT)! This is a poem of power and self-determination. I love it and want to make it mine.

Susan Ahlbrand

Sarah,
Thank you for bringing our awareness to a type of poetry that really captures our students’ attention. Since they stumble across spoken word poetry while sucked into their phones, they respond to this type of poetry well.

Your poem is magnificent. It gives so many powerful and reasonable reasons why grades SUCK. Your entire last stanza just really tells the story.

Eleven Reasons We Don’t Let You Go to Bed with Your Phone

1. We want you to get sleep–deep, restoring sleep
2. We don’t want you gawking at porn; it’s EVERYWHERE you turn almost without even seeking it.
3. We don’t want the needless drama that is high school to summon you while you sleep with each beep, buzz, or vibration
4. We want to you lie in your bed with no technological distraction, no technological entertainment, no means of interaction with anyone outside our home.
5. We want your mind to go to God, to nature, to the universe, to the meaning of life . . . not to Satan’s lure to seemingly harmless memes, TikToks, pictures, videos.
6. We want you to be able to fall asleep to the sounds of the fan humming or the wind blowing. Or, to nothing. Disconnecting from the world and spending time in your own thoughts is beneficial
7. We don’t want your first thought upon awaking to be to roll over, grab the phone, and be sucked right into the middle of some drama.
8. We want your world view formed through seeing/hearing both sides of all issues, rather than having your clicks and likes steer you toward a one-sided and biased and extreme belief system.
9. We want you to learn self-discipline . . . to learn to sacrifice and be without something that you want. Phones are an addiction that we’d like you to avoid.
10. We to still be instrumental in shaping who you are because you are still impressionable and living under our roof. The endless world that resides inside that phone can do more damage and cause more issues than the most violent neighborhood on a dark night.
11. We just gave you 10 reasons, but it boils down to . . . Because WE say so.

~Susan Ahlbrand
26 April 2020

Emily Yamasaki

Susan, I am definitely guilty of holding onto my phone even before bed. It’s actually been something I’m working on, so I was so happy to read your reasons. These lines really spoke to me and I hope I’ll remember them tonight:

We want you to learn self-discipline . . . to learn to sacrifice and be without something that you want. Phones are an addiction that we’d like you to avoid.

glenda funk

Susan,
I love the 11 here. It’s so spot on in the parent-child conversation about house rules, yet it’s an incongruity, something we don’t expect in a reasoned argument such as the one you present here. Did you ever think you’d need to say, “We don’t want you gawking at porn; it’s EVERYWHERE you turn almost without even seeking it.” when you held the wee ones the first time? What a world we live in. Thank you for this 21st century take on parenting.
—Glenda

Seana

Susan, this is phenomenal!! Reason numbers 5 and 11 are everything. Love it!!

Seana

The Beauty of Barbeque- How to Smoke Meat

1. Do your research and consult professionals. Food Network and Bobby Flay exist for a reason. Youtube videos offer various strategies and they must be taken into consideration.
2. Check your equipment-a gas grill or heavy-duty smoker can do the job. A balcony hibachi can also do the trick provided you do a little inside oven-work beforehand.
3. Talk to Gus, the butcher behind the counter, to get a decent slab of ribs. Ask him to trim off most of the excess fat. Keep a little in case your fire gets out of hand- you can trim that off before serving.
4. Buy any rib rub and some apple juice. Soak your ribs in the juice (with a little cider vinegar added) for 6-8 hours first before seasoning. It tenderizes your meat and gives it a delicate flavor. (Thanks Emeril )
5. Put on some gloves and liberally rub your meat with spices. Allow it to marinate in the refrigerator 6-12 hours.
6. If you have 3-4 hours before serving time, make your fire outside using a charcoal or gas grill.
Don’t let the fire get too hot. Put your meat on the other side of the grill, not directly over the fire!
7. Get yourself a chair and a spray bottle with water in it. Watch your fire and give it a few squirts if it gets out of hand. Stay outside reading a book or listening to music and WATCH YOUR MEAT!! No one likes burnt barbeque.
8. Add wood chips when the meat is halfway done. Add sauce if you’d like but not to all of the meat. Some people love dry meat (me) and some want sauce slathered all over theirs.
9. If you don’t have a great deal of time or are balcony hibachi-ing, preheat your oven to 275 degrees and let your meat cook for 1-1.5 hours inside. Then smoke your meat outside on the grill using wood chips but make sure the fire stays low and you use a lid to capture the smoke.
10. Wear a shower cap!! If you’re not in the habit of washing your hair daily (I don’t) your hair will get very smoky and the scent will linger for days. This is perhaps the most important rule if you’re a female.

Susie Morice

Holy mackerel, Seana — I am salivating! I want those ribs! You really drove this baby home! Every step of the way made the anticipation of great BBQ palpable — I feel like Pavlov’s dog here, salivating. I have a slab in my freezer…I’m going to follow your 10 points and be a happy girl. Your funny slots — get a chair… wear a shower cap… OMG, hilarious parts to list. You use some techniques that I swear by, but you made this poetic! I LOVE THAT! Thank you! Susie

Jordy Bowles

Seana, I really enjoyed this piece! It reminds me of the poems I would write when I was little that contained the steps of how to make something. Those were my favorite because I loved organizing thoughts/instructions into lines! I also love that advice of wearing a shower cap because the scent will linger! It added a piece of personal experience into the poem which I enjoy.

Stacey Joy

Girl, when is the food ready?????
I was licking my fingers before the meat hit the fire!
Great choice to write for a count-up poem!
#10, the second most important part! LOL.

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Barb Edler

Sarah, Sorry, I got a little carried away with this one. LOL! It felt good to get some of this out.

So You Want to Become a High School Teacher

One: So you’ve decided to become a teacher. Teaching is similar to riding a rollercoaster so strap yourself in for a crazy ride.

Two: Know before any other thing, that your heart will be broken, and if you go into the classroom with no heart, then there is no reason for you to be there. Because those kids need you to listen, to ask, to wait, to explain, to model, to rehearse, to try it all over again.

Three: The experts are everywhere and they say Design Backwards, Teach Like a Pirate, Gradually Release Responsibility, Use a Green Pen, and Failure Is Not an Option. Try to keep up-to-date because teaching strategies are key.

Four: Plan, plan, and plan some more. Providing the best lesson ever will be the golden goal, but do not count on every learning style to be engaged, and if you’re relying on technology, you best be unafraid to change plans midstream. Failure here is an option.

Five: Eating lunch will never be the same. You may even develop a bad habit of scarfing food, rushing through cafeteria lines, and if you dare have the audacity to eat outside of the school premises, be ready for all the questions coming your way. Is there no school today? Bottom line, teachers do not deserve a leisurely lunch. Bathroom breaks are also for sissies. Expect bladder issues as you age.

Six: Keep up with technology advances, gradebook enhancements, and PD, PD, PD…and more PD.

Seven: You will be criticized. Your explanations may not be clear enough; most students have to have an A for their GPA. Sliding by as easily as fish in a stream is the basic dream, but once in a while you will have some outstanding performance, presentation, project, paper, video, art display, museum artifact, mural, diorama, book talk, speech, or play….and cherish these moments, and do not hesitate to shut down the bullies who will resent this student’s wonderful learning display.

Eight: There are no paid vacations.Summer will be much needed, but most likely this will only be another time to plan lessons, to attend PD, or to find a part-time job to support your family. By all means, do not consider asking for a raise or expect to be able to collectively bargain for a higher rage or a better working environment. Sinful! Be ready to accept “other duties assigned” and be a model of virtuosity. Teachers must be cleaaaaannnnnnnn. Plus, be ready to sacrifice family time and a social life.

Nine: When the pandemic hits, do not expect to hear a word from your students, or be ready for the other extreme with students texting on Saturday at 10:40 PM.: Will you read my paper? Please, there are no office hours now.

Ten: As I said, teaching is a crazy ride, and quite frankly, I failed to mention another one hundred and ninety-nine things like Prom. So on really bad days, find a community of writers, teachers, readers, who understand your plight, and write a poem.

Barb Edler
April 26, 2020

Susie Morice

Barb – You really did get your teacher on here! I love the honesty of this and the echo of your voice. I love the importance of having heart… it really makes all the difference…and you made it clear it is tough on the heart at times. Yup. I chuckled at those realities: scarfing your lunch and “teachers must be cleeeeaaaaann” (LOL!). You had fun with this, and that teacher voice sure is loud and clear! Thank you, Susie

gayle sands

Know before any other thing, that your heart will be broken, and if you go into the classroom with no heart, then there is no reason for you to be there.

That says it all….

kimjohnson66

Barb, this heartfelt honest advice should be part of every teacher prep program – – at the beginning, not the end. I am half-laughing and 100% agreeing with #5. Oh my – the truth in #5 is so on point. As our new normal changes, maybe we will have more time to use the restroom whenever we feel the call. Thank you for sharing these realities and the precious truths in #10. Where would we be without this group???

glenda funk

I love spoken word poetry and have had students write and record some amazing ones. Those who follow Steve Peha May have heard my former student Madison Shumway’s poem “You Can Have It All,” which Steve featured in his newsletter a couple years ago.

Sarah, love the countdown to “Why I Hate Grades,” beginning w/ that five, the brevity of which reminds me of how length influences grades. ? Four echoes Billy Collins’s poem “Schoolsville” and turns students into unknowns rather than creators w/ identities. I love the way spoken word poems function as argument, and your poem is a timely argument for abandoning old ways of grading. You should share this w/ Dana Huff. Her PhD dissertation, which she’s working on now, is on assessment.

Here’s the link to my recording, followed by my post-pandemic poem. BRW, this is a first-draft recording w/ a dog collar rattle at the end. ?

http://www.ethicalela.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Three-reasons-We-Cannot-Return-to-the-Old-Normal.mp3

“Three Reasons We Can Not Return to the Old Normal”

For three reasons we can not,
should not return to the old normal,
should not go back to the prepandemic invisibility that cloaked the most vulnerable.

One:
We’ve been living in a failed system:
Failing to provide equity to our children, to POC, to the homeless, to those who seek refuge and justice.

Failing to nourish the earth, to care for her rivers and skies, to honor her Native plants and animals, to use her cornucopia of bounty to nourish all.

Failing to treat all humans as, well, humans

Failing to live up to our end of the social contract.

Two:
For too long we’ve transferred wealth to the haves while the have nots have less and less.

For too long this rigged system has given more liberty, more justice, more of the American Dream to monopolies and conglomerates while
the unknown citizens,
the vulnerable invisible masses
who work our fields,
clean our homes,
serve our food,
tend our children go hungry,
hungry for the Jonathan Winthrop promises of the New Jerusalem.

For too long we’ve lived not in a city on a hill filled with light of the promised land, but in a valley littered with the bones of the dead,
in a country grown dark.

Three:
We have evolved into a people grown complacent,
less interested in civic service,
more obsessed with the Super Bowl than with Super Tuesday.

Intent to bowl alone,
we turn our gaze inward
asking not what we can do for others but what’s in it—whatever it is—for me.

We lack the political will
to change,
to learn how our system of government works,
to plant our feet on pavement and toil for candidates who serve we the people rather than cast our ballots for the reality show Nero interested only in his own ego.

Why would any equity seeking citizen want a return to that old normal?

—Glenda Funk

Barb Edler

Glenda, I whole-heartedly agree with your poem! You illuminate so many issues here: political will, self-centered interests, and the invisible masses experiencing untold misfortunes. The closing question is one we should all be asking and punches the reader straight in the gut.

Susan Ahlbrand

Glenda,
This needs to be plastered on billboards all over the country. It’s incredible and captures so many angles of our society.
While the whole thing is just powerful beyond powerful, the line that spoke the loudest to me was:
“Should not go back to the prepandemic invisibility that cloaked the most vulnerable.” I loved the use of the word cloaked.

Would you mind if I shared this with the social studies teacher next door who would appreciate this so very much?

This poem of wisdom and beauty needs OUT THERE!

glenda funk

Susan,
You are so kind. Of course I don’t mind if you share. I’m glad you liked the poem. Hugs.
—G

Susie Morice

Dang, girl — You are HOT HOT HOT! This screams what has me very roiled up. You capture it so well here. “Return to normal” is now an infuriating phrase for me… nothing about what has been going on is normal, and certainly, we don’t want to go back to “the valley littered with the bones of the dead.” (Damn good phrase!) It’s amazing to me that we live so far apart and have such parallel thoughts. I worry about the same things…the complacency to act on inequities, “civil service” — I lament the loss of JFK’s words (ask not…). What a voice is barreling through this piece… it is really packin’ pistols. Good for you, my friend! Thank you, Susie

gayle sands

Bingo. You said all of the things I have been muttering

. “ For too long we’ve lived not in a city on a hill filled with light of the promised land, but in a valley littered with the bones of the dead,
in a country grown dark.

I have started to believe that I am silly to think it will improve. I hope that I am wrong…

kimjohnson66

Glenda, your question at the end is the hope that I pray is what brings us to change. You are so right – – the lack of political will, the lack of equity, the lack of ambition beyond mere complacency should all be motivators for new ways of being, and we are at a groundbreaking time to re-assess and reconsider. “To plant our feet on pavement and toil for candidates who serve we the people rather than cast our ballots for the reality show…..” and “more obsessed with Super Bowl than Super Tuesday” are lines that particularly speak to me. The writing that is coming out of this prompt today is making me feel like I am at a rally cheering everyone on. The prompt makes us think and dig deep to the heart of passion, and I’m really feeling it in yours.

Maureen Ingram

Glenda, you rock! Absolutely, “we can not, we should not return to the old normal.” I feel as if we’ve been put into an old-fashioned time-out, and I hope hope hope that we stew and reflect and decide that we DO have the political will to change. I believe – I hope – this pandemic is making “the vulnerable invisible masses” visible. We are being presented with an opportunity for a do-over, a do-better, and your voice is just what is needed to be chorused. “Why would any equity seeking citizen want a return to that old normal?” Thank you for this!

Stacey Joy

I don’t know if you’ve seen the GIFS of people standing and clapping, ovations for performances…well you should imagine that right now. Standing ovation over here, in my pjs and slippers! You nailed it for all of us! What else can be said? And your audio recording is perfect. Having you for a teacher must have been heaven-sent for your students. I NEVER had a teacher like you!

This is heavy!!!
“For too long we’ve lived not in a city on a hill filled with light of the promised land, but in a valley littered with the bones of the dead,
in a country grown dark.”

The end is perfection!
Why would any equity seeking citizen want a return to that old normal?

My oh my! Powerful piece!

Kole Simon

How to complete schoolwork with no motivation
1. Convince yourself to open up your laptop after 2 hours
2. After your laptop is open and on ignore it for about 30 more minutes
3. Finally, your Netflix show is over, search for your assignment online
4. Struggle to understand your assignment and just stare at it for at least 15 minutes
5. Next, find one part of the assignment you understand and just roll with it.
6. Turn it in and tell yourself “It’s okay its almost summer”.

Jennifer Jowett

Kole, you share the struggle that so many are facing now. As a teacher/parent, I’m seeing both sides of this. I struggle with motivation when I can’t see students face to face. The best times have been when we’ve done a google hangout and those are still greatly limiting. It’s the time in your piece that speaks to me (2 hours, 30 min, time measured in Netflix shows, 15 min). Time that moves from greater segments to smaller ones before resignation sets in. You share that slow acceptance so well.

glenda funk

Kole,
??? I love this poem and would love to hear you present it. If you have an iPhone there’s an easy app that downloads fast and is super easy to use. You can do it! Since I attended college in the late 70s and early 80s, I had other procrastination techniques: cleaning my room, hanging out at the truck stop. I’d be doomed now w/ Netflix, Twitter, FaceTime, and the myriad distractions that steal students’ time. Well done. So fun. Thank you.
—Glenda

Susie Morice

Kole — Oh man, this is too real. You nailed this one…brought it right home … to the couch. 🙂 Well done! Susie

kimjohnson66

Kole, this brings every one of us back to a moment of procrastination and dread – – and hoops. I absolutely do believe that #5 is the part that gets many of us through when we don’t internalize the expectation fully. This is great advice for low-motivation compliance.

Naydeen Trujillo

Kole,
this poem sounds like my mindset too. You can get through, summer is almost here!

Stacey Joy

Well Kole, this is the EXACT SAME PROCESS for “How to plan lessons with no motivation” I do all of these 6 steps except for “Turn it in” instead mine says “Schedule Post.”
Tragic!
Hang in there!

Katrina Morrison

Check emails, check Facebook, look at Instagram, place an order with Shipt…

Jennifer Jowett

My students chose Coyote Sunrise as the winner for this year’s #DogEaredBookAward. This week we are lucky to be doing a google meet with Dan Gemeinhart so I am re-reading this in preparation (we had scheduled this way back in September and we are so very grateful to him). Quotes taken from the book.

Reasons to Read the Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise

1. “There’s nothing like a good book for bringing folks together.”
2. “There is only one best place to start this story” with Ivan, the first of many passengers who is named after the title character of Coyote’s favorite book The One and Only Ivan. Bringing well-loved characters together makes this journey all the more remarkable.
3. When deciding to pick up travelers, this response is a reason for saying yes, “No man. I ain’t got no snake in my bag.”
4. You will want to google and make the drive to Pork Chop John’s Sandwich Shop in Butte, Montana just to try the pork chop sandwich. Here’s the recipe in case you’re still under quarantine: https://www.food.com/recipe/pork-chop-sandwich-292269
5. Authors who reference other great authors with quotes that answer the observation, “You. Are. Crazy” with “a little bit. But all the best people are” and that include, “we got miles to cover, papa bear” as their travel begins.
6. The learning takes place during a remarkable journey in a SCHOOL bus.
7. Coyote doesn’t hold stuff against other people, believing “none of us knows what we don’t know.”
8. That we learn to go through life “not drifting so much as waiting, like a dandyflower seed, blown free by a breath… looking for soil, looking to take root, looking to flower.
9. “Driving toward something is better than driving away from something.”
10. “The best kind of goodbye is the kind you don’t even say.”

gayle sands

Coyote Sunrise just made a leap to the top of my “to read” list! The quotes, the ideas, all of it. Kindle, here I come!

Jennifer Jowett

Prepare to have your heart rung and wrung.

gayle sands

Locked and loaded…

glenda funk

Jennifer,
A poem as book talk is a wonderful idea. I love the listing. Butte, Montana is close enough that once out of quarantine I can go. I’m so ready for that trip and that sandwich. I’ve read “The One and Only Ivan” but not “Remarkable Journey.” Adding it to my TBR. Thank you.
—Glenda

Margaret Simon

jealous! I’ve met Dan on a few occasions and he is so sweet and kind. A few years ago we Skyped with him after we read “Some Kind of Courage.” When we left school in March, we were in the middle of Coyote Sunrise. I hate that we didn’t get to finish it together. There are so many wisdoms in that book. Have a great time with your Google Meet!

Monica Schwafaty

Everything you wrote you wrote and the quotes from the book took me back to when I read it last summer. I cried, I laughed, I emailed the author, and I got carried away and bought 20 copies for my classroom. It is one of the sweetest and most beautiful books I have ever read. Thank you for reminding me of it. Oh, I also made my teacher friends read it, too.

kimjohnson66

Sarah, how can we share your poem today with a wider audience? This needs to be heard. I love this part best:
I am transported into the heart and mind of a writer. I notice
That you put yourself into the person and notice things is the heart of teaching – – it’s observing, listening…..noticing. I want the world to hear this.

gayle sands

How to Have Twins

1. Decide to have ONE MORE CHILD because you are spoiling your 14 month old and she has the potential to become a monster.

2. Immediately get pregnant. Why waste time?

3. Explain to the OB-GYN that having twins is not an option (even though the ultrasound clearly shows two embryos. Laugh hysterically and cry all the way home.

4. Find out from your grandmother that, ”Oh,yes They run in the family! You’ll have a dark and a fair. We always do.” WE? And you never mentioned this before? WE? What is this “we” thing?

5. Stop asking what your weight is when you bypass your (not very thin) husband with two months to go. You will need to use the handicapped stall, because you no longer fit in the normal ones. Learn to carry your stomach from room to room. Do not turn sideways in doorways.

6. Bring them home. A dark and a fair… One red headed, blue-eyed boy, one brunette, dark-eyed girl. Begin a new and very different, very busy life.

7. Buy a station wagon. Feel like your parents. (Ugh) One day, you will drive away from the house and your toddler will remind you that you left the red-headed blue-eyed boy in the playpen. Go back and retrieve said blue-eyed boy. Be very glad for a very verbal two year old.

8. Try not to roll your eyes when people say “Are they twins? How do you tell them apart?!” (Remember—redhead and brunette) Learn not to reply with all the smart remarks in your head—
A. I change their diaper if I’m not sure. One has a penis.
B. What? There are TWO babies here? I must have picked up an extra one in the store!
C. There was a two for one sale at the hospital. I can’t resist a bargain.

9. Feel overwhelmed. Feel guilty about everything. You aren’t a good enough mother. You haven’t taken any pictures. There is not enough time. Not enough of you. Cry. Often. Pick yourself up, wipe the mess off your shirt and love them. Realize that there is always enough love to go around.

10. Thirty-four years later, look back and know that you did enough, that there was enough of you after all, and that everything turned out just fine. Smile. Be glad it happened.

Sarah—Your poem says all the things I believe! I teach kids who are not good writers, not good readers. And when I see that they have done their best, I find the thing they did right to discuss first. How do we build kids up when the testing system forces us to grade them, and take them back down? It hurts—them, and me as their teacher. I once told an eighth grader that he was really smart—we had been reading about wildlife and nature—something he know and loved. His answer? “I just don’t think of my self that way.” Heartbreaking.

kimjohnson66

Gayle, I laughed out loud at 8A. Oh my gosh, how did you resist the urge to say this to the people? This is marvelous writing – – from your reaction to the reality to the challenges and the blessings. It’s simply perfect, and I needed these chuckles today. My hat is off to you, my friend!

Linda Mitchell

This is absolutely wonderful. I am picturing this as a gift given to your twins…and maybe even theirs. I love the honesty that I recognize so well in myself. I had two girls…nicely spaced two years apart via adoption. Then, as we submitted paperwork for our third adoption had a birth son who is 13.5 months younger than our adopted son…and it kinda felt like twins. Four kids aged five and under. Anyway, your poem touches me deeply. You, Gayle, are enough. What love.

Tammi

Gayle — your response to “How do you tell them apart?” was priceless. “I change their diaper if I’m not sure. One has a penis” and “What there are TWO babies here?” — literally made me laugh out loud. I love the way you infuse humor into what must surely have been very challenging days and years. Your words “Realize that there is always enough love to go around,” is so perfect and true. Thanks for sharing.

Jennifer Jowett

Gayle, what a whirlwind of a how-to! Twins run in both my family and my husband’s. I’m sure my heartbeat stopped when the Dr thought he heard two and began again when he confirmed there was only one. #8 is too funny. It’s good to have your reflection after you have gone through the experience. Double blessings to you!

Seana

Gayle,
This is perfection! Number 7 truly spoke to me and reminded me of a mistake I made years ago. Thank God for smart older children who always have our backs. Your children sound gorgeous and perhaps you’ll add a picture of your 3 babies. Thanks for the inspiration.

glenda funk

Gayle,
I’m feeling all the feels w/ your poem. I don’t have twins, but my children are only 14 months apart. Love the humor and sarcasm in the silly question: “How do you tell them apart?” I read this to my husband, and he howled. As a crier, I share your tears. Thank you for taking us in this journey. I love your poem. Thank you.
—Glenda

Stacey Joy

OMG Gayle, I needed this laugh. I start responding before I finish reading…I’m laughing out loud and tears are welling up on #4 WE? What is this “we” thing?
?Dying laughing now with #7: toddler will remind you that you left the red-headed blue-eyed boy in the playpen. (one of my cousins was left in a gas station bathroom in Barstow on the way back to L.A. from Vegas! We spun the car around to follow my uncle, aunt, and the chosen child, all the way back!)
#8——– Help me!

This was such a fun poem, I am smiling, happy, and thankful you and your children survived!

gayle sands

Stacey—I feel so much better now! At least Thomas wasn’t in a gas station bathroom!! Now I’m laughing!

Linda Mitchell

Sarah, what a wonderful prompt. That phrase, “It’s not my fault creativity is only worth 10%” really hit home. And, I loved reading that you are transported to the heart of the writer. I wish this for all students…but selfishly, I wish this most for my teen sons in HS. I would love them to have a teacher want to talk to them about what they have written in a poem.

I have a new-ish hobby that kind of captured me. Collage creation.

How to be a collage artist in ten easy steps

1. Open your creative door to the knocking, the doorbell, the call to come out to play — to make something.

2. Find yourself buying mod podge, glue, brushes and paint without the faintest notionof what you are actually going to do with them.

3. Begin with an excuse…make a postcard for a poetry exchange or a holiday card for a friend. Even if you’re happy enough to send it, know that you will make a better one next time even if the idea of next time puzzles you

4. Get hooked on Youtube videos of mixed media artists throwing around terms like substrate, ephemerafocal point, glazing liquid, stabilo pencil, brayer distress ink.

5. Find a bin or two or a dozen to hold the bits of old books and magazines you’ve been cutting up. Some bins are for words, others for images. Sky is a category, as are maps and cookbook clippings, endpapers.

6. Listen to a book, poetry or NPR with no other thoughts as you prepare a substrate with paint orgel, mod podge or tissue paper from gift bags you’ve kept for no particular reason.

7. Select cut-out images, colors, textures and words from your bins that create a scene…somehow they are relatedeven if you are the only one to see it. Often, they adopt each other as family.

8. Play with the cut-outs as if paper dolls on the substrate until they show you how they want to pose.Glue them down, careful to seal the edges. If there are air bubbles, press with brayer after poking with a pin.Flatten the scene to two dimensions.

9. Embellish with inked stamps or stencil-shadows making sure to add to the plot.

10. Seal all with soft gel gloss and press under the weight of the pile of old books in line for yourscissors to find new bits. While waiting, begin step one again.

kimjohnson66

Linda, this is beautiful! I love the #7 : Often, they adopt each other as family. Have you read Foolsgold by Susan Wooldridge? This reminds me so much of her book where she describes living between the edges of two worlds and the collages that she creates using boxes that she takes out by the river’s edge. I love this sort of nature hobby. Mine lately has been pressing flowers and greenery to go on greeting cards, bookmarks, candles, soaps. I adore your steps. I have a feeling I will be printing a lot of these posts today and taping in my journal to revisit and think of the friends who posted them.

Denise Krebs

Wow, Linda, when I first read the title and thought about collage, I didn’t realize I would have so much to learn, or how fun it all sounds. Funny when you mentioned the new vocabulary that artists throw around, I was totally lost, but as you continued, I began to learn what some of them meant. This line here sounds like me, and I laughed. “Find a bin or two or a dozen to hold the bits…” After reading your poem, you are convincing me to try!

Tammi

Linda — what a cool new passion. Your first lines really pulled me in “Open your creative door to the knocking, the doorbell, the call to come out to play — to make something” — I was immediately intrigued by your words. The collage making process sounds so therapeutic. What a fantastic way to exercise your creative muscles. I might just give this a try. Thanks for sharing!

Jennifer Jowett

Linda, I love that you invite us in right away with the knocking, the doorbell, the call to come out and play. If you haven’t been watching videos from author Supriya Kelkar, teacher Paul Hankins, or my creative artist friend Ingrid Blixt, you will find inspiration from them. I always need something inspiring to start with, and your piece today inspires me to give something a try today. Thank you!

glenda funk

Linda,
I learned so much from your poem. I’m fascinated by modern collage artists and have admired the work of students. You and Kim have me wanting to try new things, and here I thought this month would offer a poetry respite, yet I’m finding new hobbies to try. Thank you. Don’t be surprised if I throw a random question into the comments of your future poems. One last thought: I’d love to see your work and bet Sarah would be willing to add a photo to your poem.
—Glenda

kimjohnson66

Sarah, this is a beautiful invitation to voice our passions. I love this prompt so much. After spending so much time outdoors to spruce up for spring, these ideas flowed so naturally to my thought process…..

8 Responses to More Ecologically-Friendly Rural Outdoor Spaces

8 Be a part of the food solution. Hang a bee house for the pollinators to live rent-free facing the morning sun, five to seven feet off the ground and under an eave. Read more here: https://content.yardmap.org/learn/bee-hotels/

7 Plant a butterfly garden outside a window, with host plants and nectar plants. A garden with fennel as a host plant will attract Black Swallowtails, and they love strawberry-lemon-orange sherbet Lantana nectar. Turn a garbage can lid upside down and offer sliced oranges. To attract a real feeding frenzy, add a small sponge and let a little grandson who loves to pee in the country air take aim. Butterflies LOVE a good tinkle-drinkle. Read more here: https://www.thebutterflysite.com/gardening.shtml

6 Feed the birds. Infuse a variety of bird feeders in and around your butterfly garden to invite a flurry of feathered activity better than any movie. Try these: suet cakes hanging from trees; hummingbird feeders on ground hooks; flat trays for ground feeders; a mealworm tray for bluebirds; hanging feeders with different seeds to attract a wide range of birds. Purchase a field guide for birds common in your region to identify what you attract, and keep the binoculars handy for tree watchers! Read more here: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/news/how-to-choose-the-right-kind-of-bird-feeder/

5 Bathe and house the birds. A bird bath with running water is the five-star hotel variety, but a simple birdbath with clean water and a few light-refracting pebbles is an easy and less expensive option. Invest in several wooden birdhouses and install them on poles with twenty feet of spacing apart. Plant irises at the base to give a thick deterrent to predators. Read more here: https://backyardville.com/all-about-birdhouses/

4 Invite deer and squirrels to their own feast by setting out salt and mineral blocks. Keep the binoculars close by – – watch and wait for the appreciative woodland friends to come dine. Read more here: https://homeguides.sfgate.com/encourage-deer-yard-52983.html

3 Treat your yard for pests and cut off your grocery bill by investing in hens (and a rooster if your rules allow). More cities are allowing hens, and contrary to what the rooster believes, he is NOT necessary for hens to provide breakfast for your family. Read more here: https://www.almanac.com/news/home-health/chickens/raising-chickens-101-how-get-started

2 Compost! Stop using your sink disposal and return your scraps to nature to reduce, reuse, and recycle. Coffee grounds (even the filters), carrot shavings, potato skins, and any leafy vegetation will compost to boost your garden nutrients! Read more here: https://www.npr.org/2020/04/07/828918397/how-to-compost-at-home

1 Plant a garden – a vegetable garden will cut your family’s grocery bill. Plant some flower beds, too, in-ground or in raised platforms. It’s a beautiful way to celebrate the gifts of the earth. Get a plant press and learn the fine art of pressing flowers and ferns that can be used to decoupage candles and soaps, and create beautiful art and greeting cards. Boldly proclaim your love for natural beauty at every opportunity! Read more here: https://www.gardeners.com/how-to/raised-bed-basics/8565.html

Above all, take time to sip some lemonade and enjoy the beauty of this ecologically-friendly space you have cultivated, and maintain it every season!

Denise Krebs

Dear Sarah,
I love your poem SO much. I would love to share it with my administrators. May I? Right now I am on a committee assigned to discuss ideas about grading for quarter 4 and maybe into next fall. My principal is open and not willing to let this crisis go to waste. He wants to make good changes in our policies. You expressed it so beautifully. I have long campaigned to free our students and families from grades and instead get feedback. As Jennifer said, perhaps this will be the time that it really can happen as we get a reboot on what learning and teaching really are.

When I saw your prompt today, I laughed aloud imagining for a moment what would have happened if this was a first day prompt. I would have run for the hills! Perhaps forever and a day climbing back under my “no poetry” rock. Thank you for waiting until Day 26! Today I felt it was a fun challenge instead of sending me packing. I put the link to my recording because I have also added it to my blog.

Four Things I’d Say to People Who Are Afraid of Their Spice Cabinet
https://mrsdkrebs.edublogs.org/files/2020/04/Spoken-Word-Poem-by-Denise-Krebs.m4a

1 – I used to be too, using cinnamon and basil and oregano and salt and pepper. When I felt exotic I’d add a pinch of cumin and a smidgen of chili powder. Nothing louder than what you’d find in a steaming bowl of chowder, though.

2 – Then I got older and bolder and experimented. I always loved to eat savory, flavory dishes, so why not recreate them in my kitchen? I can try. And try I do now because you see…

3 – My spices are becoming a touchstone for me. I look in my cupboard and see so many jars of hope, flavors brimming, ideas bubbling, whole leaves, pods, seeds, some crushed and powdered, as the hours are in my life. My time is limited in this place, in Bahrain where the flavors are exquisite and the spices are pennies. My time is limited on this earth. My time is limited in the kitchen, So,

4 – I want to use every hour, every recipe, every moment, every meal to the fullest. To the tastiest. To the joyful hope of a new beginning.

kimjohnson66

Denise, what a tasty topic! I want to experiment with more spices, but I have a lot to learn about better cooking and getting basic stuff down before I can do kitchen magic like this. I love the way your numbers blend together – – because you see,…..so……those are beautiful transitions.

Linda Mitchell

What a great idea for a poem. I look at my spices and see — spices. But you see so much more! I love that. I especially connected with the phrase, “eat savory, flavory dishes.” That phrase is delicious!

gayle sands

“So many jars of hope…” This is the best! (And how did you end up in Bahrain!!?? — need to know!)

Jennifer Jowett

Denise, I love #3 – the jars of hope, flavors brimming, ideas bubbling, and all the textures of the leaves, pods, and seeds. It’s the perfect description of spices.

Tammi

Denise — I love the rhythm of this piece. You’ve transported me to your kitchen alive with fragrance and spice. I also love the urgency in this poem — “I want to use every hour, every recipe, every moment …” this inspires me want to seize the moment too. Thanks for sharing.

glenda funk

Denise,
Your poem is exquisite. Your voice fits the poem perfectly. I loved hearing you read it. The repetition of “every” is exceptional. “My time is limited…” This is something I hope we’re all more cognizant of after the pandemic. I love the carpe diem undertones, the way you acknowledge and celebrate how temporal life is. Really a spectacular poem. Thank you.
—Glenda

kimjohnson66

8 Responses to More Ecologically-Friendly Rural Outdoor Spaces

8 Be a part of the food solution. Hang a bee house for the pollinators to live rent-free facing the morning sun, five to seven feet off the ground and under an eave. Read more here: https://content.yardmap.org/learn/bee-hotels/

7 Plant a butterfly garden outside a window, with host plants and nectar plants. A garden with fennel as a host plant will attract Black Swallowtails, and they love strawberry-lemon-orange sherbet Lantana nectar. Turn a garbage can lid upside down and offer sliced oranges. To attract a real feeding frenzy, add a small sponge and let a little grandson who loves to pee in the country air take aim. Butterflies LOVE a good tinkle-drinkle. Read more here: https://www.thebutterflysite.com/gardening.shtml

6 Feed the birds. Infuse a variety of bird feeders in and around your butterfly garden to invite a flurry of feathered activity better than any movie. Try these: suet cakes hanging from trees; hummingbird feeders on ground hooks; flat trays for ground feeders; a mealworm tray for bluebirds; hanging feeders with different seeds to attract a wide range of birds. Purchase a field guide for birds common in your region to identify what you attract, and keep the binoculars handy for tree watchers! Read more here: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/news/how-to-choose-the-right-kind-of-bird-feeder/

5 Bathe and house the birds. A bird bath with running water is the five-star hotel variety, but a simple birdbath with clean water and a few light-refracting pebbles is an easy and less expensive option. Invest in several wooden birdhouses and install them on poles with twenty feet of spacing apart. Plant irises at the base to give a thick deterrent to predators. Read more here: https://backyardville.com/all-about-birdhouses/

4 Invite deer and squirrels to their own feast by setting out salt and mineral blocks. Keep the binoculars close by – – watch and wait for the appreciative woodland friends to come dine. Read more here: https://homeguides.sfgate.com/encourage-deer-yard-52983.html

3 Treat your yard for pests and cut off your grocery bill by investing in hens (and a rooster if your rules allow). More cities are allowing hens, and contrary to what the rooster believes, he is NOT necessary for hens to provide breakfast for your family. Read more here: https://www.almanac.com/news/home-health/chickens/raising-chickens-101-how-get-started

2 Compost! Stop using your sink disposal and return your scraps to nature to reduce, reuse, and recycle. Coffee grounds (even the filters), carrot shavings, potato skins, and any leafy vegetation will compost to boost your garden nutrients! Read more here: https://www.npr.org/2020/04/07/828918397/how-to-compost-at-home

1 Plant a garden – a vegetable garden will cut your family’s grocery bill. Plant some flower beds, too, in-ground or in raised platforms. It’s a beautiful way to celebrate the gifts of the earth. Get a plant press and learn the fine art of pressing flowers and ferns that can be used to decoupage candles and soaps, and create beautiful art and greeting cards. Boldly proclaim your love for natural beauty at every opportunity! Read more here: https://www.gardeners.com/how-to/raised-bed-basics/8565.html

Above all, take time to sip some lemonade and enjoy the beauty of this ecologically-friendly space you have cultivated, and maintain it every season!

Jennifer Jowett

Sarah, what a beautiful list of thoughts to begin our day with. I read through the piece first. And then I listened to it. It’s so interesting that the spoken poem allows us to “read” it in a different way, to hear the voice of the writer is to experience her words and inflection and intonation. To bring more of her to the piece. And more balance to us. I LOVE that last line, “I’d rather talk about your poem.” I think our current circumstances are going to give teachers a lot of time to really think though changes they’d like to see happen in education.

kimjohnson66

Sarah, I love this prompt! What a great way to get our minds thinking today. With so much time outdoors lately, this is what comes to mind as my passionate response. My original had links, but I think it didn’t want to upload all the links, so here is a blog post with the links: http://drjohnsonscommonthreads.blogspot.com/

8 Responses to More Ecologically-Friendly Rural Outdoor Spaces

8 Be a part of the food solution. Hang a bee house for the pollinators to live rent-free facing the morning sun, five to seven feet off the ground and under an eave.

7 Plant a butterfly garden outside a window, with host plants and nectar plants. A garden with fennel as a host plant will attract Black Swallowtails, and they love strawberry-lemon-orange sherbet Lantana nectar. An upturned garbage can lid with sliced oranges and a small sponge for young outdoor boys to take aim and tinkle will spark a fluttering feeding frenzy.

6 Feed the birds. Try these: suet cakes hanging from trees; hummingbird feeders on ground hooks; flat trays for ground feeders; a mealworm tray for bluebirds; hanging feeders with different seeds to attract a wide range of birds.

5 Bathe and house the birds. A bird bath with running water is the five-star hotel variety, but a simple birdbath with clean water and a few light-refracting pebbles is an easy and less expensive option. Put up birdhouses!

4 Invite woodland critters to their own feast by setting out salt and mineral blocks. Keep the binoculars close by – – watch and wait!

3 Treat your yard for pests and cut off your grocery bill by investing in hens (and a rooster if your rules allow). More cities are allowing hens, and contrary to what the rooster believes, he is NOT necessary for hens to provide breakfast for your family.

2 Compost! Stop using your sink disposal and return your scraps to nature to reduce, reuse, and recycle. Add nutrients to your garden soil.

1 Plant a garden – a vegetable garden will cut your family’s grocery bill. Plant some flower beds, too, in-ground or in raised platforms. It’s a beautiful way to celebrate the gifts of the earth.

Jennifer Jowett

Kim, we have been prepping the gardens for about a month now and I can’t wait to get out and really dig in. Seeds are planted, both indoors and out, but working the soil by nestling in those plants is what I’m waiting for. We have been off and on with many of these suggestions as space and time permit. Hens tempt us continually. (i’ve never heard about the tinkle and the feeding frenzy – my boys are too old to try this, haha!)

glenda funk

Kim,
I love this celebration of nature and ways we can embrace sustainability. I’m grateful you included the blog w/ links. We have an ongoing discussion about gardening, composting, etc. My husband worked in agriculture his entire career and doesn’t want any part of it at home. That will change this summer. I’ve worn him down! Now if I could only get him to agree to adopting Henny Penny. Thank you for this instructive poem. I’m excited to try it out.
—Glenda

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