Checkmate

I want to write and tell you what happened, to put the truth out there that you know who I am even though you might hear differently, but the words are splinters of glass nicking me on their way out, blurring what I really mean to say. Refrains of “why is this happening to me”…

Let Me Be Myself

This was the result of a creative writing exercise I did while attending a conference in Amsterdam this April.  It all points to identity and the things we desire if we could just drop the social pretense and requirements and be ourselves. Let me wear jeans for professional dress. Don’t teachers teach better in jeans?…

I am

the taste of vanilla melting into a concoction of pecans and bliss on Thanksgiving when the warmth of family is rising like homemade bread. The laughter plumes into the air, and I smell the stale cigarettes on my Mother’s hands as she kneads the dough  – their strength molding my world. A twinkle of teeth…

Star Stuff

This is a notion I’ve heard many times before but which didn’t fully realize until I shared the room with individuals from all over the world: Hungary, Croatia, the Netherlands, and Italy. The full gravity of it hit me when a Syrian refugee and educator shared stories of how she would play music for her…

A few lines composed during state standardized testing

Their heads are bowed in suspended animation or it could be silent prayer. There’s a good chance it’s a little of both. Bodies hunch over, shoulders thrust forward, shielding their fragile flame from the storm of data disaggregation. An uncomfortable silence stretches on into the abyss of “Thou shalt not write outside the box” and…

Nature Walk

I went on a nature walk with my creative writing students a few weeks ago.  A week of lazy afternoon suns had warmed up the little bit of winter we received here in Texas, and Spring was vividly pulsing through the air.  The Texas mountain laurel had just put on their blooms, and the smell…

Antiseptic

This new antiseptic aesthetic has erased the trappings of what it means to be human, slandering the gamut of emotions and experiences which define our very existence. I thought I knew what I wanted to write about when my fingers flew over the keys and the words above poured forth.  Sitting here, now 15 minutes…