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Our Hosts

Margaret Simon lives on the Bayou Teche in New Iberia, Louisiana.  Margaret has been an elementary school teacher for 38 years, most recently teaching gifted students in Iberia Parish. Her first book of children’s poetry was published in 2018 by UL Press, Bayou Song: Creative Explorations of the South Louisiana Landscape. Her latest book is Were You There: A Biography of Emma Wakefield Paillet; Margaret wrote poems in Emma’s voice as she worked through trials and tribulations of Reconstruction and a Jim Crow South to become the first African American woman in the state of Louisiana to receive a medical degree. Margaret’s poems have appeared in anthologies including The Poetry of US by National Geographic.  Margaret writes a blog regularly at http://reflectionsontheteche.com.

Molly lives in an old red house, on top of a hill, in a small town in mid-coast Maine. She spends her free time enjoying all Maine has to offer. She loves to wander about, bird watch, hike, take pictures, and most recently, has begun to paddleboard (inland lakes for this cautious soul!). She’s also an avid reader, writer, and baker. Molly and her husband enjoy traveling, especially now that their three children have fully fledged. Late to teaching, she’s been an administrative assistant, a rehabilitation counselor, a natural childbirth instructor and a pastry chef. Currently, she teaches second grade at a nearby pre-K to 8 school. Molly has had personal essays published along with several poems in a variety of anthologies, and also had a gallery show of her nature photographs. She blogs regularly at www.nixthecomfortzone.com.

Inspiration 

In my writing group, each of us takes a month to pose a “challenge” to the group. In March, Molly Hogan introduced me to the idea of hermit crab poems. These are great fun. 

“Hermit crabs are known for creating inventive homes in all sorts of surprising spaces and containers. As writers, we can use the containers of other types of writing to form inventive poetry!” 

A hermit crab poem takes on another existing form, such as recipes, glossaries, quizzes, applications, etc. 

Process

Choose a topic to write about. What form does this poem want to be? Perhaps you already wrote a poem, and taking it one step further would make it stand out or evoke strong emotion.

I had written a poem about the Aurora Borealis, so I decided to make my poem a weather report. The online app Canva.com made it easy to create a visual poem. 

Molly wrote, “I knew I wanted to use a seed catalogue format. I also knew I wanted to write something politically pointed. Finally, I wanted to play with Canva a bit more.

“So, I looked up seed catalogues, got some ideas for the basic format, and started writing. I opted to focus on Democracy, something that appears to need some significant nurturing and grassroots support right now. First, I created a list of common categories (light, water, etc.), and then tried to figure out how to adapt them to my topic. I really enjoyed the mental exercise of trying to find the overlap between my topic and seeds within the form I’d chosen.”

Margaret’s Poem

Molly’s Poem:

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to 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. 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. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers.

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Mo Daley

I love this prompt, but I rn out of time to do it justice today. I’ll be trying this one soon!

I live in a po
etry house with walls of rhyth
m, rhyme, and meter

Stacey Joy

And even when you don’t have time, you still impress me! I love this, Mo!

Leilya Pitre

Mo, this is perfect with each word that is so needed in a poetry house. Soulful!

Susan Ahlbrand

Margaret and Molly,
What a cool prompt. I can see this being used in so many different ways.

I have been out of town all weekend which has made me silent and now feeling harried. But . . . it also gave me the fodder for this poem. I went to evening mass, which gave me the idea to structure the poem like a responsorial psalm. I struggled to do so a little with Canva. I need more help learning that super creative tool.

Here is the text of my poem and below it, I will link share a link to the Canva project:

Shepherds

R.  Lifelong friendships are precious and replenish our souls

I am blessed by having the same friends since I was five
     We share so much of the same experiences
Throughout our formative years we were joined at the hip
      And did everything together.

R.  Lifelong friendships are precious and replenish our souls

Our adult years took us in different directions
      Living in different states and in different ways
Sometimes we wouldn’t talk for month
      But when we did, we picked up right where we left off.

R  Lifelong friendships are precious and replenish our souls

We spent the weekend together catching up and laughing
      I felt so at home, so loved, and so seen
Doing nothing and having lapses of quiet was comfortable
      Our crises and challenges shared with no judgment.

R.  Lifelong friendships are precious and replenish our souls

Knowing these gems are out there living life
      Yet carrying me in their hearts
Makes every day seem just a little easier
       Heartstrings stretch across hundreds of miles.

R  Lifelong friendships are precious and replenish our souls

~Susan Ahlbrand
17 August 2025

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Wendy Everard

Susan, I loved the responsorial psalm idea; the refrain was like an insistent reminder not to let friendships languish. Loved this!

Mo Daley

You’ve captured the nuances of longtime friendships perfectly, Susan. I love your creative approach and the inspiration behind it.

Leilya Pitre

Susan, the form suits your message so well. I am amazed at everyone’s creativity today. The refrain is heartwarming. Some friendships keep us alive. Thank you!

Fran Haley

Denise, I struggled with this today as well, trying to find a shell that “fit,” lol. What you have offered with America’s BD coupons is so clever – my favorite is Homemade Love and Hugs. I cannot help wishing such a healing event for us all.

Glenda Funk

Denise,
This is a perfect party prep list. I especially want “one new president” and 🙏 for that daily. Maybe he’ll fall over a railing or fall down some stairs. I’m not picky.

anita ferreri

Denise, what you created is creative and really would offer us ways to really celebrate the big event. Your Homemade Love and Hugs option is something every one living, working, existing in this country needs to have.

Leilya Pitre

Denise, I would never think of coupons. You are so inventive! I don’t know which one I like the most, but two are already among the favorites:

  • Homemade Love & Hugs
  • An Oral Reading of the Constitution

Thank you for sharing tgis idea with me!

Wendy Everard

Sorely needed coupons, Denise! Clever idea!

Stacey Joy

Denise, yes! If only, if only!

Backbones & Courage for Congress

Stacey Joy

Oops, posted before I finished. I love the coupons too. 💙

Glenda Funk

Margaret & Molly,
This was a fun but challenging prompt. As Margaret knows, I create a Canva for the poems I write daily, but I struggled to land on a format/template. I decided to use a Viking brochure for inspiration. You both set the bar high with your brilliant mentor poems.

Go Democracy
Your journey to freedom
begins when you arrive on
Democracy Island—whether
you come from distant shores
or begin your trip locally.

Experience the lively thrill 
First Amendment speech &
Assembly offers from your
Edenic private villa—the voting booth—
when you choose Democracy.

Thrill to award-winning service 
offered guests by our dedicated
staff of Democratically-elected 
citizen representatives eager to
show visitors Democracy’s benefits.

Embark on a voyage of diversity
equity, and inclusion where travelers
meet as strangers but create 
memories as E pluribus unum.

Democracy is dedicated to 
ensuring all are welcome here, but 
Democracy does not try to be all
things to all people. We invite you to
GO DEMOCRACY now! 

*Offer not applicable to fascists,
authoritarians, strongmen, or dictators.
Void where prohibited by these regimes.

Glenda Funk
August 17, 2025

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Barb Edler

Love the images you used in your Canva rendition. The joy of freedom and democracy is evident through your details, but my favorite part was at the end where the offer did not apply to the fascists, etc. Democracy is “award-winning” and we need to get it back before it’s gone forever! Powerful poem, Glenda!

Leilya Pitre

Glenda, the brochure format fits perfectly for your poem. I like how you take readers on a journey to Democracy showing all the joys and benefits that come with it. The reference mark with an asterisk at the end is a much needed warrant against those abusing democracy. Brilliant!

anita ferreri

Glenda, this is a very clever travel brochure. Your images capture the wonders of our country and the line about Democracy ensuring everyone is welcome is a bittersweet reminder of what has always been a hallmark of America

Wendy Everard

Loved this, Glenda, and I admire your Canva skills, as I have none. XD The verb-heavy stanza starters hit the mark with regard to tone, and loved the clever use of words and imagery. Beautiful job!

Mo Daley

Wry clever approach, Glenda. Your ideas are spot on. I wish I had your Canva skills!

Susan

This is fantastic, Glenda! The ideas, the word choice, and the visual representation. Can you offer us all a Canva tutorial class?!

Barb Edler

Margaret and Molly, thanks for your fun prompt. I tried to make a funny Canva exit slip. It might enlarge if you click on it.

A Retired Teacher Exits

Memo: Turn in your keys and computer. You will no longer have access to your Google Drive or Classroom.

they forgot to say
goodbye
like at the end of Shane
heartfelt and sincere
or
thank you for your years of service
for making a difference
sharing your heart and soul
being completely committed

Barb Edler
17 August 2025

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Glenda Funk

Barb,
This is a marvelous idea, but I will never forgive your district for its failure to celebrate and honor your brilliance and dedication. Seriously excellent poem. Love the irony in “They forgot to say…”

Leilya Pitre

Barb, what a great idea to provide exit tickets for the administrators. I am with Glenda, how could they forget to acknowledge your invaluable service and contributions, but remember to demand the keys and notify of discontinuing access to your work tools? Unbelievable!

Fran Haley

Barb – this is a perfect play on the exit ticket, for it reflects a terrible truth. No goodbye, no thanks – I have seen this a dozen times. The System does not care – it’s machinery. No excuse, though, because flesh and blood are what powers the levers and gears and should therefore remember to be human. It’s an indictment not of the profession of teaching – one of the noblest – but of dystopian entities/districts. But. I daresay there are generations of adults forever grateful for that teacher who gave so much heart and soul for their benefit. They get to tell the story. They are the living poem. Well done, friend!! P.S. How I long to retire…

Stacey Joy

Barb, this is a much needed poem with advice I will have to keep in mind. I can’t imagine losing all of my district Google Drive files. I better start saving what I want now! The Exit Ticket messages are too cute.

🥰

anita ferreri

Barb, this is SO true. They do not ask for suggestions – even for your replacement and EVERYONE expects you to dance out of school as if you were a winner of the greatest lottery of all time. Well done. I AM SURE you made and are continuing to make a difference

Wendy Everard

Barb,
Seriously, isn’t that the way? Sad, but true. Your poem is a poignant comment on a truly egregious treatment of teachers.

Luke Bensing

Margaret and Molly, thank you for hosting. I straight up decided to steal your examples in a way, but part of the fun is finding the right vessel for the words, right? I took two poems that I already wrote, but put the words into these two templates.

These poems, along with others from previous open writes and verse loves, can be found here if anyone is interested: Luke Bensing at My poetic side

I tried something similar Id say to this hermit crab prompt by feeding poetry into an AI song generator to come up with melodies and music and some of those experiments can be found here: https://open.spotify.com/album/1iGAofEwWVgdObcFXiPrmh?si=Jgc9QNCRTUCA9rU-1tSGFQ

here are the submissions for today:

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https://www.canva.com/design/DAGwXdiBDEc/kEGoq866BrMff58-QGLYiA/view?utm_content=DAGwXdiBDEc&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=uniquelinks&utlId=h68153bfafe

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Barb Edler

Luke, love the cloud photos and all the changing that is occurring even as we sleep. Nature is surely a marvel even when it’s terrifying.

Leilya Pitre

Luke, I like your poem with the images of the clouds. The visuals help show the movement and changes that happen. Love the final outcome!

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Stacey Joy

Luke, there is something soothing and calming about cloud formations and your poem gives me all the peace I need on a Sunday. Great graphics to accompany your poem.

Mo Daley

I love the thoughtfulness in your poem today, Luke. The pictures help me to think about all that happens when I’m asleep.

Anna J. Small Roseboro

Happy Sunday, Margaret and Molly. Your prompt and poems inspired me to try using an AI app to illustrate an acrostic poem with ideas to inspire and inform us at the start of another school year. Here’s the poem. And attached is the graphic. No, I did not make the artist redo it because of spelling errors. In this case, I tempered my temper and let gave attention to the graphics not the grammar. 🙂

Environment matters in education.
Dedication to duty need not drag us down
Unwinding weekly is welcome self-care
Catering to care for self and students helps
Adapting attention-getters attracts outliers
Tempering talent and time take talent
Investigators inspire interest. Let students search
Optional ways to oversee options eyes
Nestling next to our partner nourishes us nicely

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Margaret Simon

Anna, this is really cool. I like that you added in self care and duty should not drag us down. So important!

Barb Edler

Amen, Anna! Love the Canva poster and EDUCATOON is a fantastic word:)

Anna

Barb, this graphic is from CharGPT. I’m not yet a Canva user.

Gayle j sands

no time to post 9n warning label. Here is the warning

Childhood

They arrive
Squalling, needing, wanting, demanding.
Filling your days.

You are so tired.
Life is so full.

And in a heartbeat
 
they are gone.

GJSands
8/17/25

Fran Haley

Ack, Gayle – my heart. In so few words – ZING – you pierce it and the truth of the matter, clean through. Even when life is so full – there’s an ache for the brevity of it.

Margaret Simon

Gayle, the exhaustion is real and then in the blink of an eye, it’s all gone.

Barb Edler

Oh I feel every word of this, Gayle! Truth!

Leilya Pitre

Oh, Gayle, every word in this short poem speaks to me. They grow up so fast, and then “in a heartbeat / they are gone.”

Wendy Everard

Spot on, Gayle! Loved this.

C.O.

This was very playful, thank you for some Sunday Funday. I work at a diner during the summers and school-year Sundays. Today after serving, I took my order pad out and noticed how my short hand orders were kind of like mini-stories. So twisting a lot of concepts, please enjoy my “order pad” if therapy operated like a diner. (hope the image loads!!)

Therapy-Customers
Fran Haley

C.O., I am seeing so many amazing, creative takes on this form today, and your order pad just blows my mind. A therapy session. GENIUS. “We serve this with childhood trauma, over hard” – where do I even start??? Brilliantly rendered!

Margaret Simon

So clever! I love how you used the vocabulary of a diner to create the different mental responses.

Barb Edler

C.O. I love your humor and everything about this poem. Pure perfection. I’ll take the short stack of people pleasing is my favorite line:)

Leilya Pitre

C.O., I enjoyed every line, every question and response. I aldo appreciate your sense of humor. This is one of the most creative renditions today. Thank you!

Glenda Funk

This is clever and raised the bar (pun intended) for the challenge today. It also reminds me of my years serving in restaurants. You’re a saint for continuing that work. As Fran notes, the line “We serve this with childhood trauma, over hard” offers lots to digest and unpack. Well done.

Susan

So dang clever! The voice definitely fits the topic and delivery choices.

Scott M

This is great, C.O.! Very fun and clever. I love the play of “SoS” as “singing on stage” and the SOS of Morse code. And I love love the note “-xtra napkins.” Thank you for crafting and sharing these “Therapy” sessions!

Fran Haley

Margaret and Molly, I so love the creativity of this prompt! To begin with: I had pet hermit crabs as a child and I’ve many a tale to tell about them, especially the one who climbed out of its bowl during the night. Back to the form now (-focus!): The Aurora forecast is beyond enchanting, Margaret, and Molly, the seed catalog entry for Democracy is, in a word, brilliant. I am awed by both of you… truly.

I really do not know how I ended up with my poem. Not even sure I like it (maybe some of it). Suffice it to say it’s not my usual vein. But that is the POINT, right?? Here goes (!!):

Notice of Exhumation

The State of the Human Condition would like to advise members of the public re: the exhumation of Anger, once laid to rest underneath the foundation of Most Every Relationship.

It appears that the common burial site is most inadequate, as Anger keeps managing to rise to the surface at the first hint of a storm and even at the slightest gust of wind. The effects are exceedingly destructive. No dwelling should ever be built on this ground, yet the building goes on and on, unchecked, until (as reported by eyewitnesses) a skeletal hand eventually grasps a susceptible Person, and, refusing to release said Person, drags said Person into the pit where Anger has full control and revels in it. This is notably toxic and eventually lethal to the aforementioned [Most Every] Relationship. The truth is that, ever after, injured parties are seldom able to escape the vent. 

Be further advised that, as no personnel from the State of the Human Condition have any power to rectify the situation, exhumation and the appropriate reinterment of Anger (or better yet, direct cremation) must accordingly be conducted by the Office of Internal Affairs in as timely a manner as possible, before irreparable harm is done to Most Every Relationship.

The SOTC regrets any inconvenience (as well as our complete inability to oversee this matter ourselves, for obvious reasons).

This is a grave matter. 

The task is to be completed before arrival at the Point of No Return, i.e., the settling in of Indifference. 

Signed this day by the hand of
Ussall Erry Bottie,
Clerk

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Margaret Simon

Fran, I’m so glad you stretched out of your comfort zone. I especially like the part about anger not being a place to build upon. You also did a wonderful job with the vocabulary.

Barb Edler

Love the context of your poem. Anger is definitely rising and this “grave matter” is an absolute hoot! I have to be very careful not to be dragged into that pit of anger just because someone else is ticked off. Very fun poem!

Kim Johnson

Fran, have you been in my head?? Lately here with this mountain of stuff to deal with, my brother and I have been experiencing some of this anger with the way things were left. I especially hung here:
Anger keeps managing to rise to the surface at the first hint of a storm and even at the slightest gust of wind.
Yes, yes. We are finding this to be so true – – I love your puns (grave matter) and the formality of the letter that gives the feeling of official-ness and civil matter-ness to what gets to be anything but that when anger rears its head. Masterful.

Glenda Funk

Fran,
Bravo! The tone, diction, and syntax are fabulous. I’m well acquainted w/ the SOTC and can vouch for the complete accuracy of your poetic analysis, It’s a bit like the burial site you e constructed is itself a Superfund site. Brilliant job!

Shaun

Thank you Margaret and Molly! This was a fun idea!
Molly, I love the idea of using the seed mix catalogue to present the metaphor of growing a healthy democracy! So creative!
Margaret, your graphic presentation of the lore behind natural phenomena is wonderful! It would be fun to have students do the same kind of activity for a variety of different, natural events!

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Fran Haley

Having gotten a new puppy this year, Shaun, who has to have me with him for potty breaks in this hellfire hot summer, I am cracking up. I especially love the part about tending one’s wounds after wrestling the dog in the boots – well-done! (No pun intended, that).

Margaret Simon

Shaun, what fun! I have a puppy and the walks are always iffy. You captured it well.

Barb Edler

Shaun, your flyer is amazing. Love the dog image, and I can completely relate to the heat because it is like taking a walk on the sun. Fun poem full of witty details! Thanks for the laughs!

Scott M

“[P]ee-mail” had me laughing, Shaun! And “Resume the rest of the walk, sweating profusely, questioning all of your life choices up to this point” is very funny. I also love the happy (and oblivious) expression on the dog’s face! Thanks for this!

Sharon Roy

Molly and Margaret,

Thank you for this unique prompt. Wasn’t sure what to do with it this morning, but the day’s events provided.

Margaret,

Creation Time: Fox fires sprinting

is an exquisite line and will stick with me.

Molly,

Your clever poem resonates, alas.

Warning: Avoid planting with invasive South African species.

Your final warning made me laugh. And sigh.

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August 17-23
Sun Ethical ELA (Day 2/3)
17 Mom and Dad’s Anniversary
the first one without Mom
Commons Ford Bird Walk 7-10 AM
MinuteClinic Visit
10:30 AM
MinuteClinic (inside CVS)
scheduled by my husband
while I drove home from
Commons Ford
for swimmer’s ear
my time in the springs
turning inside out
Pack for NY
1-2 PM

Fran Haley

Oh, Sharon…I am so struck by your parents’ anniversary, the first without your mom. This is collation is so much the itinerary of living.

Margaret Simon

I love how even a list of the day’s events becomes a poem with emotion and tension.

Leilya Pitre

Sharon, this first parents’ anniversary without Mom is so painful.Sending you kind thoughts! The “Commons Ford Bird Walk 7-10 AM” sounds attractive and, hopefully, it brought you some peace before that clinic appointment.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Margaret and Molly! You both inspire me with your creativity and words. Even without the Canva backdrops, images of “Calling like a white whale across the sea” and “flourishes with multicultural mix…” — resonate.

I’m continuing with my focus on fairies from yesterday (my grand-niece is still visiting 🙂 ).

I chose to work with a recipe. I was thinking of all those internet recipe sites!

Fairy Recipe

Enjoyed best on a twilight mountain night, gathered in a grove of pine and fir, for a perfect pre-bedtime delight… (Jump to Recipe)

Prep
Time: 
A lifetime as godmother to a now beautiful, grown woman. Lean on shared celebrations, moments marked from infancy to college, marriage to motherhood. She and her wife, raising their own strong, beautiful girl.

Cook
Time: 
Several hours on the periphery to gain familiarity. Allow for some settling time, some silliness, some seed-planting, and moments of shared wonder. Prepare to serve approximately thirty minutes after sundown.

Ingredients:
        a weekend in the mountains at Amma’s house
         a 3-year-old with a precocious vocabulary and well-developed imagination
                  solar-powered string lights in mason jars lining a forest path
                  sprinkling of joy in make-believe
                  a pinch of childhood magic

Directions:

1.    Pack up beach toys, towels, snacks, and sunscreen. Head to the lake.
2.    Ooh and ahh over pink rash guard and swim goggles. Add appropriate atta-girls for face-in-water.
3.    Play shoo-the-birds together; offer chips before sandwich (show non-mother permissiveness)
4.    Build sandcastles and trust amid silliness.
5.    After dinner, casually mention fairies who visit your forest each evening.
6.    When enough interest is built, offer a hand and walk to the nearest jar of magic.
7.    Place a hand over the top of the jar. Note sparkle. Watch for wide-eyed wonder.
8.    Invite them to try.
9.    Repeat.
10. Take a seat and listen for gasps of joy.

In the gap between sundown and alpenglow, fairies find a home.

Fran Haley

How I love these ingredients and recipe directions, Patricia! Absolute magic. The fairies are sure to come – and I want to be there myself 🙂

anita ferreri

Patricia, your recipe is lovely and I can see the fairy lights flickering

Margaret Simon

I need to save your recipe for my next granddaughter visit. Full of wonder and joy. Heat slowly and enjoy!

Kim Johnson

You had me at fairy and kept me all the way through right to the gasps of joy. The alpenglow of day – – what a perfect image of the faint light to see those fairies! Enjoy the time with your family!

Leilya Pitre

Patricia, the ingredients and directions are so precious. I love each one, and they speak to my experiences as well. So warm and cozy. Thank you for sharing!

Sarah

Friends, I reworked my acrostic from yesterday about love (in Montenegrin) into a horoscope.

Virgo Horoscope: Ljubav / љубав

Today you may feel lines burrowed
inside yourself,
as if secrets hide just between
sea eyes waving their lashes.
Look for the umbrella of calm.
Notice where buried thoughts surface.
You are ambling toward this decision,
but do not rush.
Love waits like vine sweet second sips.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Gosh, Sarah, I love those beginning and ending lines — lines burrowing, vines waiting!

Shaun

Sarah, I love the movement of your poem from inside the speaker to the sea to the beach umbrella to the speaker’s lips sipping sweet wine. Beautiful!

C.O.

Your phrases that turn it into a horoscope are so good and I want to play with that in the future! So fun! Loved the poem yesterday and today.

anita ferreri

Sarah, As I read this “closely ” I am wondering about some of the suggested messages of your line, “ambling towards this decision.” You have left me wondering….

Margaret Simon

How beautifully this works as a horoscope. “Do not rush” is in my retirement horoscope too.

Kim Johnson

Sarah, the reworking of a poem is a practice I want to engage in more – – from form to form, to work on style and craft. I like the way you did this, and I’m still feeling the peace in your lines.

Leilya Pitre

Sarah, I remember your poem from yesterday, and I don’t even need the word translation for “Ljubav / љубав.” It is “любов” in Ukrainian and “любовь” in Russian- sounds very similar. I’d like to follow the advice and “look for the umbrella of calm.” Beautiful!

anita ferreri

Molly and Margaret, your prompt scared me out of my mind, at first. Then, it perseverated in my brain as I swam. Then, I knew what I wanted to share. I am sharing the first questions of a back to school quiz!

1. All you need to teach all kids to read is:
     a) complete phonological awareness and phonics
     b) phonics and a lot of books
     c) a lot of books and lots of time
     d) a magical teacher with multiple strategies for word attack, vocabulary, comprehension,                     fluency and books that will capture the interests of diverse readers and respect for the powerful               connection between reading and writing. 
2. On that first day of school, it is important to remember 
     a) to take a first day picture with a sign to remember your children’s interests
     b) to have new clothes that are stylish
     c) to remember parents know best 
     d) that one book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world (Malala Yousafzai)

Anita, love how this makes it look so simple but that “all you need” is indeed an understatement and that “magical teacher” is the key ingredient. Love this shell for the poem today.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Anita — There it is in two test-questions: the most important gift that teachers are to our kids! Wonderful!

Fran Haley

So very clever, Anita! You make your point so well – and so creatively, as teachers do 🙂 You remind me of what my first principal said to me, a novice tutor before I went back to finish my degree: Just love the kids. The rest will come.

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Anna

Anita, So glad to see your poems suggests that teaching is more than telling. It’s also styling and smiling for photos in fashionable clothes! Your students are in for a delightful year. We, here, will be cheering you along! Have a good one!

Margaret Simon

Yes for the magical teacher and the magical pencil. This is a wonderful first day quiz!

Kim Johnson

Anita, I love the heart in the poem – – it’s not the science of anything that works, it’s the heart and soul that you have captured here. Love the nod to Malala and the reminder that it’s not a bunch of scripted parts that will make a reader, but the love of books and the connections. Your poem is timely with all the push to change the approach of how we teach. We can never depart from the love of students to the science of process. Preach it, Sister!

Glenda Funk

Anita,
I love the quiz format and the nod to Malala. I also love that you tie offering books to students to teacher knowledge and how that subordinates to providing lots of books to students.

Stacey Joy

Okay, I ran with this one! I had the idea of medicine instructions. Then I asked AI to assist with creating my label. Finally, I went to Canva to create the final image. This was fun!

UNITYA™
(Love + Kindness + Equality + Inclusion)

Directions:
Take 1 dose of kindness daily with an open heart.
For best results, add extra doses of empathy and inclusion as needed.
No maximum dosage.
Warning:
Skipping doses may cause hate, anger, division, or racism.
Refills: Unlimited — sharing increases supply.
Keep in your heart.
Store away from fear, ignorance, and judgment.

©Stacey L. Joy, 8/17/25

Unitya-Poem
anita ferreri

Stacey, I just love the image an instructions as well. Your solution to the massive examples of division that keep coming and coming is a good one,

Stacey, I love this format and the trademark is a great textual mark with the italic and bold and colors and dash. So many intricate moves. This is clearly the sort of script that needs refills for a lifetime.

Scott M

Stacey, I love all of this — the poem, the picture, the cleverness, the sentiment — but my favorite part is “sharing increases supply”! So good!

Sharon Roy

Stacey,

Bottled truth! My favorite part is

Store away from fear, ignorance, and judgment.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Wow! Stacey, this is fabulous! Love the final warning!

C.O.

Totally a drug name- I love this, so much playfulness and beautiful message in this format.

Fran Haley

Stacey – this is FABULOUS. Your poem title at first made me think of an equation poem – those ingredients are most needed, for sure. I so love the “unlimited refills” and “sharing increases supply” – everyone could use some Unitya!

Anna

You sure you’re not an educational pharmacist? When this vitamin is produced to be sold, please offer discounts to us here on ETHICAL,ELA. Also, please secure manufacturers in the USA. Few teachers will be able to pay tariffs if made and shipped from elsewhere.
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Margaret Simon

Oh so clever! I love “Refills: unlimited”! The image makes it look so convincing. Put it in your classroom.

Kim Johnson

Stacey, all these great ideas today for different forms – – you took the prompt to a whole new level and included the medicinal healing parts of a nation needing to get well. I love the name of the medicine for uniting and the warning and refills – – all the parts of healing as a process. Love this!

Leilya Pitre

Stacey, the friends noticed every little wonderful thing about your poetic creation. I agree and love it all! Unlimited refills are priceless. Thank you!

Stacey Joy

Hi Margaret and Molly! How fun! Margaret, your image and poem pulled me right in. You know how much I love Canva, and you both really captured what the poems deserved. Margaret, the fallen soldiers brought both joy and sorrow. Molly, that seed catalogue format is briilliant. I am sure I have never seen a poem in that format before. Powerful message!

I will be writing this morning. I just wanted to greet you first just in case time gets divided.

Thank you both! 🥰

Scott M

A Text Message Sent at 3 AM Over a Spotty Wi-Fi Connection from WCW’s Android Phone which Only Has One Percent Battery Remaining
or
Booty Call?

so much depends
upon

these text
messages

waking you
up

so early
this morning

______________________________________________________

Thank you Margaret and Molly for this fun prompt!  I love this idea of hermit crabbing a poem!  For my offering, though, I’m not sure if I unintentionally maligned WCW’s “game,” lol, since I’ve been out of the “dating scene” for over thirty years.  I’m not sure how “the young adults” are doing it…um, navigating these waters…these days.  One minute, they’re talking talking with someone; the next, they’re stealing and eating plums from somebody else’s icebox: it’s tough keeping up with the current slang!  (It made me smile, though, imagining William Carlos Williams sending a “U Up?” text.)

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Molly Hogan

What a great response! I was chuckling throughout and enjoyed your comment as well. Every time I see a new form for a hermit crab, I want to try it. I need to keep a list!

Kasey D.

Brilliant. I appreciate the levity you brought.

anita ferreri

Scott, your poem and the thoughts behind it are accurate and reflect the MANY challenges of dating and connection and even just living in our world where texting has become THE way to communicate.

Oh,Scott. A deep breath after that exhale of a title/first line. Loved it with the booty call question mark as the last breath of that. And then the the familiar “so much depends” was unexpected and joy for the reader though not for the text-recipient.

C.O.

HA, I love this so much, for many reasons. I use the “text message generator” with my ELs as a part of our story writing and character development units! It is so fun! Thanks for sharing.

Margaret Simon

Such a great re-imagining of So Much Depends.

Leilya Pitre

Margaret and Molly, thank you for such a fun prompt. I thought about a recipe right away, but struggled a bit positioning the poem within the image (a special thank you goes to Canva).
Some of you may remember a poem I wrote in April about the flour-dusted legacy of my Mom that we carry through generations. Here is a new take on it.
 
Recipe for a Flour-Dusted Legacy
 
Ingredients

·  1 pair of slender, strong hands, skilled in rhythm
·  3 cups of whispered tales, folded gently into dough
·  A sprinkle of love and daily worries, sung like a kitchen hymn
·  Loaves, meat pies, and the haste of daily grind
·  Simple steps, recounted across oceans
·  1 rolling pin, awkwardly held at age three
·  A twinkle of green eyes and a fearless smile
·  Flour, enough to dust the memory of generations
 
Directions

1.Begin with hands—knead until stories rise from each fold and stretch.
2.Add love and worry; stir until blended into every loaf.
3.When daughters fly, pack the recipe with memory. Send as needed.
4.Pass to the smallest hands, no matter how clumsy.
5.Watch as legacy twinkles in their eyes.
6.Dust lightly with flour, and serve warm, unbroken, from one generation to the next.

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Molly Hogan

Oh, this is such a lovely poem! There are so many evocative lines, but I think the last one is my favorite. Your word choices are perfect for linking recipes and the generational strands of family memories.

Stacey Joy

Oh, Leilya, I adore the image you chose to complete the poem’s message. It’s loving, kind, and warms my heart.

What a beautiful way to love on our children!

1.Begin with hands—knead until stories rise from each fold and stretch.

2.Add love and worry; stir until blended into every loaf.

3.When daughters fly, pack the recipe with memory. Send as needed.

anita ferreri

Leilya, your poem is lovely and its message of sharing across the generations is profound.

Leilya,love this form for baking a legacy. The twinkle warms my heart and the dust is both a heavy history and a gentle hope to carry on.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Leilya – What a gift –both the memories and the legacy. I love the “3 cups of whispered tales” and the “Watch as legacy twinkles their eyes”. There is so much love and warmth in these words.

Sharon Roy

Leilya,

I do indeed remember your April poem and appreciate the opportunity to revisit it in a new form.

The last step is absolutely beautiful:

6.Dust lightly with flour, and serve warm, unbroken, from one generation to the next.

Unbroken!

Barb Edler

Absolutely gorgeous poem, Leilya. Your Canva rendition is particularly beautiful with the image of the young hands rolling out the pie crust. Loved “a twinkle of green eyes and a fearless smile”.

Kim Johnson

Leilya, this speaks straight to my heart today. When Dad died, the girls were on their way to see him and didn’t make it in time. Since it was all so sad when they arrived to discover the news, I promised them a gathering far more joyful in October once we got a little beyond this and I had a fall break. We were looking for a theme, and we decided on legacy and tradition – – and they asked me to bring the pumpkin bread that I have baked every single year to herald fall (since they were little). Your poem shows me how very special these times are, and I would love to print this and take it with me when I go for the week. It’s like your poem is a sign from the universe that this is the nod to all we have been planning. Thank you!

Leilya Pitre

Oh, Kim, you are so kind. Your stories are precious, and I know you will find a way to keep the promises and bake “the pumpkin bread” for a warm gathering with your loved ones and celebrate your Dad. Hugs 🙂

Glenda Funk

Leilya,
You picked a perfect template for your canva. It gives the feel of a recipe passed from one generation to the next. The metaphor of stories being like kneading bread is delicious. It’s a reminder that we need to nurture the legacies we inherit.

Jamie Langley

Margaret and Molly, thank you for sharing this hermit crab poem form with us today. I tried the constellation metaphor as an image for hiding my poem. Both of you created amazing images to include your words as poems.
Life Beneath a Constellation of War

* Friday Evening News closes with a list of names of those who lost their lives in Vietnam this week. Frequently film footage of flag draped coffins carried from an airplane. The presence of lives lost is not to be forgotten.

*Sydney Cox taught me to dive when I was twelve. His mother was my piano teacher. He lost his life in Vietnam. Today you can see his name etched in granite on The Wall in Washington, DC.

*Kara Davis lived on Hilton Head Island with her mother and sister in her grandfather’s home while her father served in Vietnam. Her mother could not bear to live at Fort Benning.

*Claude Wright, a Catholic, could not find meaning in his religion.

*My friend, Pam Davis’ father, flew planes in Vietnam. He talked about young enlisted men and the drugs they were taking.

I was a child living beneath this constellation of war created by anecdotes shared around me.

Leilya Pitre

Jamie, you’ve created a powerful poem here showing how the war was a recurring, inescapable element of daily life, and how we all, like a speaker in your poem, live beneath the constellation of war. While not directly fighting in the war, the speaker reveals the effect of the war through the anecdotes on those who live in its shadows. This poem is especially relevant to me when my people are fighting a war for over three years.

Molly Hogan

I agree with Leilya that your poem is a powerful one. Each anecdote links to the others, building that overarching “constellation of war.” I especially like the tension between the standard idea of a constellation as something upon which we stargaze with admiration and your poem’s creation of a constellation as something that can paint a more threatening picture.

anita ferreri

Jamie, this is a powerful reminder of the lingering, life-altering impacts of war throughout the ages. Your poem brings the idea of a constellation into something so overarching it impacts all those below it – which is exactly what war does.

Jamie, I am reading these asterisks in succession and feeling hurt potentiating. And then I thought how this would be an important novel weaving together these storylives toward and intersection that is you. I feel this deeply. Thank you.

Sharon Roy

Jamie,

When I read your title, I was expecting to read about one of the current wars that we’ve spoken of recently. As I read, I realized that we have also spoken of some of these images.

I like how you place yourself in the poem:

I was a child living beneath this constellation of war created by anecdotes shared around me.

It makes me sad that today’s children are living under similar constellations.

Kim Johnson

Jamie, this is powerful – – you give the stories to the real people and take them beyond statistics as you remind us of the sacrifice. What a lovely way to honor their lives.

Judi Opager

I actually wrote this a few years ago for another wonderful prompt and wanted to share it simply because I loved it! It uses the actual names of various paint colors as the palette.

Paint Chip Poem

Philosophically Speaking,
you must go past the Chicago Skyline,
past the Metalflake
that makes up the Moonscape of the big city,

and head out where the
Plume Grass grows around the Dark River. 
Leaving behind the Sizzling Hot Sun’s Rage,
and November Storms that
swallow up Peace of Mind. 

There, just beyond Autumn’s Hill
where Silence is Golden,
you will see the Stairway to Heaven,
leading to the Hidden Cove.

Cliffswallows beckon you
to the cozy Thatched Cottage,
where Morning Dew
glistens upon the Perennial Garden.

Sitting under the Yellow Umbrella,
amidst the Wildwood,
you accept Kingdom’s Keys,
Dreaming of the Day of Simple Serenity
and you realize you are there.

Leilya Pitre

Judi, this is truly a work of art! Your poem takes me on a journey from a chaotic world to an idyllic natural setting. I like how you use the paint names like Chicago Skyline, Metalflake, and Sizzling Hot Sun’s Rage to narrate a busy urban life filled with stress. Then you shift to colors representing peaceful settings: from Plume Grass, Dark River, and Autumn’s Hill to Silence is Golden, Morning Dew, and Simple Serenity. With you (or the speaker), I am finally at a place where I can relax and enjoy the quiet and beauty of nature. Thank you for such a treat!

anita ferreri

Judi, this is very creative. I love the names they give paint colors and I must admit to choosing paints based on the names!

Kim Johnson

Judi, a paint chip poem is one of my favorite types. I love the vivid imagery and the inner feelings of those colors. I love it all and that you created the seasonal shifts of place as well – and the ending has my heart. I’m all about the simple serenity right about now.

Sitting under the Yellow Umbrella,
amidst the Wildwood,
you accept Kingdom’s Keys
Dreaming of the Day of Simple Serenity
and you realize you are there.

Mary Lee

I used the first two rows of icons on my phone screen for this quick draft:

Messages, Face Time, Contacts, Calendar
Calculator, Maps, Clock, Weather

Texting, talking, who and…now?
How much, how far, how long…clouds?

Judi Opager

What a curious and inventive way to use this prompt! It made me look at my own phone and wonder . . . . . . . poetry is found EVERYWHERE!

Leilya Pitre

Mary Lee, this is such a cool approach! It’s only natural to glance at one of our “smart” devices and find a poem. I like the question marks at the end that make me stop and think.

Molly Hogan

I’m getting such a kick out of all the forms people are using to respond to the prompt! I love how your second stanza kicks off from the first one. So clever! (Also, I clearly need to figure out how to declutter my phone screen. I use exactly none of the first two rows of icons on my screen! I’m not even sure what some of them are!)

anita ferreri

Mary Lee, I had to look at my phone to see what was there after reading your creative response to this prompt. I wonder, often lately, when Blogger will go away and erase my writing history.

Kim Johnson

Mary Lee, the fun of poetry in places we may never think to discover is compelling – – I love that you look no further than the end of your arm and find such truth in a poem.

Wendy Everard

Molly, and Margaret, what a fun idea this was! I actually combined it with yesterday’s prompt.
This summer, I traveled to Greece — my first overseas experience.

Appetizers
Looming on my screen,
Eyes wide, Duo Owl urges me to 
Ape Greek, and the letters swim tantalizingly, ancient
Runes that mean little,
Now.

Entrees
Taken with language,
Once a part of my young years –

Enriching life with Spanish and French –
Again I accept the challenge,
Greeting native Greeks with
Early hesitancy, but soon
Realizing the words of our guide, Erin:
Learning and speaking a foreign language is an act of courage.”
Yammas!” to new words, and I raise a glass.

A la Carte
Enjoying the feel of new words on my tongue, 
My heart greets the day:  “Kalimera!”
Buoyed by smiles back, my heart 
Races each time I
Attempt a new phrase:  “Kalispera!”  
Cafe owners grin when I thank them with 
Epharisto.”  

Dessert
Now, newly
Empowered, I 
Wonder what language and lands I’ll try next…

Drinks
The 
Hills of 
Italy?
New adventures beckon,
Gifting me a renewed
Sense of life.

Mary Lee

What a fun way to combine acrostics and hermit crabs! Wild applause for your creativity AND for the message (I’m currently trying to learn basic phrases in Norwegian for our upcoming trip. An “act of courage” indeed!)

Kevin

This is a nice set of memory poems, Wendy (I always try to write poems when we travel because it gives me anchor into the experience).
Kevin

Jamie Langley

Wendy, what fun to combine the acrostic into the menu for creating your poem. When I visited Greece I remember viewing signs and thinking how they reminded me of fraternity and sorority houses. Merely an alphabet change. It’s fun watching your courage emerge as you tried on a new language. Thanks for sharing your experience.

Leilya Pitre

Wendy, love the entire message–learn to eagerly embrace new things–and the messages within each acrostic. You are a master of combining prompts. I remember it from June and earlier 🙂 That renewed sense of life is what moves us forward, right? Thank you for this brief excursion to Greece.

Molly Hogan

What a great idea to combine the forms here! I love how the energy and enthusiasm for your travel experiences shines through. “Yammas!” indeed!

anita ferreri

Wendy, this is so creative and the message is so true! i try to study the language enough to have a few phrases and key words when I travel in order to feel empowered. Your line that learning a new language is an act of courage is absolutely true.

Kim Johnson

Wendy, oh, how I love this form – – the courses of dinner and the final lines

New adventures beckon,
Gifting me a renewed
Sense of life.

Yes to change, yes to new adventures and horizons of discovery. You capture it all here in such a savoring way. Bon Appetite!

Kim Johnson

Molly and Margaret, what a fun prompt today! I have never heard of a hermit crab poem, and it’s a fun piece to write for sure! Love the seed packet and the weather report. It’s a great way to shift the thinking of words in different styles and techniques. I took some of my actual words from Amazon reviews and applied them to a review for Nothing in a prose poem review-style fashion. My mindset lately has shifted back and forth between too much stuff and the light feeling of nothingness. These reviews were for Teva sandals, a pair of Naturalizer flats, and a pair of wireless earbuds.

5.0 out of 5 stars: Nothing
I give nothing five out of five stars. It comes in every color and brings traction and support. It may seem boring, but there is reliability and dependability in nothing to get me through those long work days. Nothing is something that doesn’t have to get shoved in to be effective – it works with or without glasses, and the charge is unreal – – it lasts forever, practically! You can’t go wrong with nothing – it’s like a little cloud of heaven, and exactly what we’ll all take when we go there one day. So think ahead: get nothing today – you will be glad you did!

Mary Lee

Yes, yes, YES! Three cheers for Nothing!

Margaret Simon

Kim, This is awesome! I love how the format of a review worked so well with this idea of nothing. “It works with or without glasses, and the charge is unreal” is so clever! Thanks for playing along today.

Kevin

Love the “Nothing is something …” phrasing, Kim

Kevin

Judi Opager

What a beautiful and thought provoking piece of gorgeousness! “It works with or without glasses, and the charge is unreal — it lasts forever, practically!” 10 starts for Nothing!

Jamie Langley

Kim, I love how you play with the rating form with Nothing as your 5. I rarely award a 5 to books I’ve read. When I do I know and so should the reader know, it was amazing. I love how you list the features along with a descriptor. Giving value to nothing is a fun perspective.

Leilya Pitre

Kim, this is so clever indeed. I would never think of a review format for this poem. The prose works the best here. You make me think with each word a phrase, especially here: “Nothing is something that doesn’t have to get shoved in to be effective – it works with or without glasses, and the charge is unreal.” Thank you for sharing!

Molly Hogan

What a creative response to the prompt! I love the review idea and am going to tuck it away to play with in my notebook. How clever to focus on “Nothing” and give it such a stellar review!

Stacey Joy

Kim, my friend, please continue giving us the nothing poems!! I love this so much! Yesterday, I did way too much in hopes that today I would have more time for nothing. 🩷

 it works with or without glasses, and the charge is unreal 

anita ferreri

Kim, your repetition of the word nothing is just wonderful and makes the reader smile. I rarely respond to those ratings, but like you, I read them and make decisions based on them! I will not likely look at a review the same way again.

Fran Haley

A review – how perfect, Kim! Not to mention a brilliant repurposing. This makes for fascinating contemplation of “nothing” – you can’t go wrong with it, being it’s like a little cloud of heaven and what we take (the only thing we take) with us we we go there …nothing. What a dose of perspective. I am in the midst of a purge in my house that is going far more slowly than I wish – your words give me strength to KEEP. ON.

Fran Haley

P.S. Time got away from me yesterday with family over here – I had to go back and comment on yesterday’s poem this morning 🙂

Barb Edler

Kim, your poem is provocative and fun. I love the line “You can’t go wrong with nothing – it’s like a little cloud of heaven…” Writing critiques is a clever idea and your call to do nothing today is inviting! Thanks for the smile!

Susie Morice

Dear Poets —- what a marvelously creative prompt. Your model poems are brilliant! This is a huge challenge, and I’m not sure I can do it, but I’m going to try today. Thank you for “crabbing” at me today! LOL! Susie

Molly Hogan

You can do it! Mine took me some time, but there are tons of possibilities: lists, texts, quizzes, recipes, dictionary definitions, applications, etc. Even if you don’t do it today, tuck it away for another time. Hermit crab poems are fun!

Kevin

Hi Margaret and Molly
I always enjoy making shapes with poems.

Here is my poem:

A song is something
to remember a memory by –

a melody hiding inside 
a scaffold of a poem –

Sometimes, you sing together;
sometimes, you sing it alone

I decided to ask Claude AI to help me turn the six lines of the poem into the six lines of a guitar. It created this little interactive artwork
https://claude.ai/public/artifacts/b9688a3b-2615-4ba6-910d-029e7a4a26ca

I also wanted something more static, so I used part of the AI illustration but layered words on top of the strings
https://flic.kr/p/2rnTkXW

Kevin

Kevin

Wait — I got it to make each string have a sound when it gets plucked.
Updated Link: https://claude.ai/public/artifacts/46c5ab6d-37b2-49ca-9d7c-cad6670fa03e
Kevin

Gayle j sands

OK, Kevin. You win the prize for the most amazing poem/illustration/song, right out of the gate!!! Wow.the words and the notes. wow…

Susie Morice

How TOTALLY FUN was that! Cool! Susie

Mary Lee

I love the way you make your playful thinking so visible!

Margaret Simon

Kevin, I somehow knew you could ace that prompt. I’m with my grandchildren and let the 4 year old play the guitar. It was a beautiful distraction from the conflict of cousins. We are singing together and sometimes, singing alone. Some songs are joyful. Some are sad. Thanks for playing along.

Kevin

I’m just glad the strings worked!
🙂
Kevin

Judi Opager

Kevin, you never disappoint! For whatever odd reason, I never put 2 and 2 together “A song is something to remember a memory by -” WOW – just WOW.

Jamie Langley

Kevin, your words caused me to think a little more critically about a song. A way to “remember a memory.” How the melody is the “scaffold of a poem.” I love this and will help me think about his. Recently, I heard Jason Isbell talking about how he edits his lyrics to sound like he would speak those words. Maybe he’s trying to place them on the scaffold. Thanks for sharing.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Kevin! I liked the interactive artwork and lines popping on top of each guitar string. It made me think I could “play” and sing along with you. Thank you for sharing the poem and the links!

Molly Hogan

Ok, this is pretty fantastic! The poem itself is amazing and I love how you managed to create that image with sound. A triumph of a hermit crab, for sure!

Stacey Joy

Kevin, pure genius!! Absolutely incredible that you’ve given us a chance to listen, enjoy, and the slow reveal by hovering gave me all the feels! I think this must be the most creative poem presentation I’ve ever seen. I hope you teach this to students!

anita ferreri

Kevin, I read your poem, first, hours ago when I read the prompt and smiled with both your creativity and admiration of your use of the internet resources. As always, I am amazed at your ability to create. Thanks from a long time fan.