Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday morning--the last Sunday before retirement. My head and heart are too full to sort out. I miss teaching. Even though I have been on sick leave and wage continuance for almost 2 months, I feel THE DAY approaching like a kiss or a bite. How long will I know that the students are in my 3-4 class or that it is 11th lunch or poetry club? How long until I know about surgery? How long can I work on what I have saved to do When I Retire before I have to earn money again? Why am I instead looking forward to the next incarnation of teaching--tutoring and editing? THE DAY could be the hug of a bridge between two continents rather than the violence of a kiss/bite. I may stand on the bridge to watch a few days turn around.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
I haven't so much as opened this page in years!
At the risk of embarrassment, I will leave the ancient posts. It was Marsha's Blog that brought me here, simply because I wanted to leave a comment on her influential Ferlinghetti post!
Because I am here, I will leave my latest poem--a harsh one--but approved by the FLC Poetry Club. I love the years I spent with them. No regrets.