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.
Sometimes you are American. Sometimes you are Japanese. Sometimes you are somewhere in between. And whether you are yellow, white, or a […]
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.