Our time at Liberty Memorial Central Middle School winds down. Above is a poem one student created. How much I learn from these seventh graders.
How much these young people astound with their creativity & honesty.
Spent afternoons pulling words together to form poems: surprise/another way of seeing language.
Dormant thoughts emerge. What emotion are you feeling today? How would you describe this emotion as a place? A color? A sound?
Today, I feel pensive. A still, flat lake. The color of the inside of a winter coat. Soft click of a metal doorknob turning.