ON THE PASSING OF A FORMER STUDENT

When I look into their faces as I read them the poem, I still see the young man (who was almost constantly in a cast of some sort) sitting in a middle school classroom. I see his energy and exuberance in their young and promising eyes, and my heart breaks again… and again… and again.… Read More ON THE PASSING OF A FORMER STUDENT

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A DIFFERENT MONSTER

Not Frankenstein’s Monster, But Mine Pages waiting for breathe Dormant in anticipation of life Ink flowing, pouring emotion and being Bleeding and pumping Creating something moving, beautiful, and disturbing The monster in me breaks free. -Rebecca Burtram