What Crosses My Mind

  • Grad Party Moments

    After a year of Covid the grad parties have returned. There have been years past where I haven’t attended any of the celebrations of our senior graduates. Last year I made no excuses, we all stayed home. But there have been occasion where I took an all or nothing approach. This year has been different.…

  • A Teacher In Covid

    Already the interactions are painful, the loss of touching hearts, a lacking support we each carry our own  grief this virtual life apart.   Masks, cleansers, plexi-glass we are talking teenagers with opposing views, a society brought in from home, cannot imagine compliance, if you believe that well you’re an as … well, rather crass.…

  • If Not For That

    We wake to the morning asking for our soul, at least for a few hours, protect the innocent, that sort of thing that eats away, asks you with a constant urgency. Do you have to be that way, could you maybe perhaps try it another way. Does it always have to be, the way you…

  • Wish You Were Here

    I wish now, I knew then, the importance of walks. The steps always seemed so burdensome, oh to just use automation instead of tireless journeys. I would walk with you, knowing I would follow you anywhere, just the two of us, together, yet I’ve never really understood, until just today, when the smells of fall…

  • We Cannot Choose

    Search the horizon, acknowledge the occasional bump, maybe a blemish, a stained reality screaming aloud. Pause to breathe, yet don’t step away, keep your eye on obligation, imagine the pearl in the rough awakening, striving and helpless, until time graced innocence accentuates grief’s consequence. Well ahead there exists a euphoric sunrise, perhaps grayed with callous…

  • Our Charges Return

    Streaming in waves, in smiles and raves, the children are arriving this morning, we will welcome all of you with open arms, readied our rooms, and ironed our ties, the days ahead are only meant for you. innocent eyes, and worrisome nights, children of our halls, determined and right. ~ I stepped into the constant…

  • What We Do

    On a near morning, duty will call, the rise of another nation of children, all eager minds willing to listen only if provided our correct animation. Methodical minds will test the limits while the year winds with levels of commotion. We need to return our lives are their mortar feel the grains, the seed when…

  • Standards and Values

    oh to delineate the mix of passions, when all the heads converge in mourning, the start of their own quiet circus, to be revealed upon the main stage. ~ Theirs is a craft unlike any other, a territorial nirvana perhaps in eyes solo to the universe. Nearby, questions always remain, tamed in discretion. ~ What…

  • The Door is Open

    How remarkable to imagine another period of our lives measured in time, in knowledge, in hopes, in tribulations, in grief, in discovery, in coming of age, the doors are opening all across the horizon, in each avenue of growth, in every challenge to our passion. the doors are opening to allow minds to become alert…

  • 3rd Desk From The Wall

    I sit down alone here, my desk, my refuge for the hour, no one can touch me here oh there might be eyes, occasional grunts, perhaps even a wad of paper, beyond that I have a teacher knows I sit here I sit in the 3rd desk from the wall every day until yesterday. ~…