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…

Elise Lifting the Sun

“What if hearts were made of waffles?” Elise mused, her pigtails bobbing slightly as syrup from the bottle pooled on her plate and drizzled over the side from the unsteadiness of hands not quite as big as the questions she posed. “Well, then love would be as deliciously sweet as you are,” I replied, dipping…

Star Wars DaVinci

DV-2301 didn’t choose the Stormtrooper life; the Stormtrooper life chose him. Gifted with crafting form from a brushstroke of color, his childhood was spent drawing on the various canvases of life – illuminating flickers of hope in the wake of Imperial domination which had cast its shadow over the small corner of the galaxy he…

An Educator’s Soul

A week ago, my school selected me among several staff members to travel to the Netherlands.  I am beyond excited to have been given this rare and wonderful opportunity to attend the educational programs and participate in discussions at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam.  Below is the essay I wrote as part of my…

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…

Final Page

Someday, when this final book is done, I’ll slip it back on the shelf. A light shifting of dust will plume into the air becoming suncatchers as they settle, and I, knowing this arduous task is complete, will settle back on the divan like the soft shake of memories from books past. There is a…