This poem was written during my high school days when I was in my third depression, and when I found what an incredible healing tool writing could be.
“How did you hurt your face?” Asked my concerned coworker. “I hit my car,” was my matter-of-fact reply. Their looks of consternation […]
I keep a list of some of the humorous, if not ridiculous, verbal combinations that have come out of the mouths of students, myself, and colleagues while teaching middle school.
A haiku about my unconventionally colored home.
One of my favorite drinks is butterfly pea, not pee-pee pee, but pea-plant pea! I don’t drink butterfly urine!
Action makes the future and potential real.
An haiku about America’s cultural combinations.
This poem is inspired and modeled after the poem Abuelito Who by Sandra Cineros.