Month: March 2017
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Warm up! Write eleven three-line poems about things you see right where you are, right now. Eleven Miniature Poems, March 25, 2017 1 |Roots The cutting in the windowsill vase is shooting out roots but it cannot grow there forever 2 | Fur Cordelia is striped, like a tyger burning bright descendant of some fierce…
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What I did not know, in my greenness, was that you cannot shed your wildness like a snake sheds her skin. The wildness is inside, part of you.
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It′s a day to remember America was not great back when you were a white child in the white suburbs outside Toledo, in a brand-new tract home in a place called Sylvania.
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