4.27.2017
4.18.2017
3.23.2017
art school teacher: on writing nonsense
as a way to discover rhythm in words
i suggest to the students: try writing nonsense
it's not as easy as you may think
writing whatever words rise to the surface
without having to make it make sense
i tell them i once made a habit of writing nonsense
months of months of nonsense
they stare at me
unimpressed
3.09.2017
Art School Teacher: Comics Class
art by Renaissance High School students
photo comic by Chloe
We each scribbled on newsprint with a colored marker
until there emerged:
a face,
an object,
a figure,
a landscape.
We each arranged our four drawings
as a four panel comic,
adding details with a black marker.
About Rose's, I pondered all week:
The astonished cat,
The grounded stag,
A twisted shadow, surprised
The mountains echoing the birds' cry.
Then we added characters and voice bubbles.
And made new four panel comics
by photographing details.
3.08.2017
the night i found a perfect poster for peter
no one showed
for the mindful artist class
which i didn't really mind
since there was a print making workshop
in the cool art space by the river!
by the time i walked there
the gallery was full of ladies
in various stages of the printing process
and on the bar, next to a stack of cups
there were some open bottles of wine!
turns out the event wasn't open to the public
feeling too awkward to leave
i browsed through the rack of prints
and found this one for peter
3.04.2017
poem for chakra ajna
one pointed focus
two petaled flower
violet third eye
cultivating wisdom
seeing clearly
non-duality
all opposites as one
awakening unity
between the eyebrows
sounding om
all seeing third eye
limitless Self
discerning clearly
limited personality
two petaled
violet flower
all beings unified
full of vibration
opening fully
one-pointed clarity
3.03.2017
poem for chakra vishuddha
sky blue
sounding ham
sixteen petaled flower
throat blossom
listening inward
receiving guidance
thumbs touching
breath lifting
upward current
inner listening
attuned to subtle feeling
noticing sensation
collar bone, neck, throat, shoulders
aligning cervical spine
balancing metabolism
receiving messages
clear communication
inner being
deep listening
sky blue blossom
3.02.2017
poem for chakra anahata
twelve petaled
emerald flower
love and compassion
heart center
index fingers touching
softening and opening
harmonious
universal
love
sounding yam
emerald blossom
uplifting
self acceptance
all beings
compassion awakening
noticing emotions
allowing without clinging
twelve petals opening
heart center expanding
love
3.01.2017
2.27.2017
poem for chakra manipura
yellow sun
solar plexus
vital energy
balanced activities
ten golden petals
exhaling into center
inhaling in all directions
fire elements
self confidence
yellow light
vital sun
middle fingers touching
blooming energy
ten petals golden
envisioning balance
fully vibrant
unfolding possibility
sounding ram
solar plexus
yellow sun
2.26.2017
poem for chakra svadhisthana
orange wave
energy currents
self established
self established
internal comfort
nourishing relationships
six-petaled flower
interlacing ring fingers
waves of self healing
blossoming flower
adaptable, flexible, fluid
water, pelvis, womb
healthy intimacy
six petaled bloom
glands and organs
inner sea
sounding vam
deep breath
infused with wellness
gently bathe
inherent wholeness
2.24.2017
2.23.2017
Art School Teacher: A Six-Sentence Story
1. The teacher assigns a six-sentence story.
2. The tall student asks, "Does it have to be six sentences?"
3. The stout student asks, "Do we have to write about something specific?"
4. The one who has trouble sticking to past tense asks, "Does it have to be in present tense?"
5. The boy who wears make-up asks, "Can the sentences be any length, and is it due next week?"
6. The sly student asks, "What if it isn't really a story, but still is six sentences?"
2.19.2017
2.16.2017
Art School Teacher: Encountering Legends
The girls in podcasting class were arguing over whether it was called
the Anne Frank Room or the Marilyn Monroe Room.
What I gleaned from their conversation about the room;
perched above the balcony, boarded up, supposedly haunted,
seemed more Anne Frank.
But when we went to get the microphone from the theatre shop,
there was a giant painting of Marilyn Monroe.
"See!" the oldest girl said. "This painting used to be in that room
before someone died in there and they boarded it up."
Only one of the three was willing to make a spooky laugh on tape.
But they all chatted excitedly for over 15 minutes
sharing what they know about the legends of West High.
sharing what they know about the legends of West High.
2.14.2017
high school haiku (free verse)
the bell rings
joyous reunions
lockers slamming
new clothes though unsure
where to go for homeroom
searching for a friend
old teacher shocked
how short the girls’ skirts
how long the boys' hair
leaves falling
sweater weather
dreaming of kissing
teacher announces quiz
students groan
fooled again!
the first snow
everyone at the windows
lessons abandoned
loud speaker blaring
report to the auditorium
students slump, yawning
passing in the hall
hands briefly touching
hearts loudly thumping
after the students
exit the auditorium
a glove left on a seat
smells of tater tots
fish sticks and ketchup;
lunch!
absurd high schoolers
wondering what is absurd
and deciding everything
thick snow falling
praying for a snow day
instead, school
oh no! forgot
to study for the test
again!
muddy tracks through snow
a paper tumbling, a cold wind
winter school yard
day dreaming in class
notes passing, hearts breaking
teacher calling for attention
hallway empty
except one student
head bent, crying
warm sun, robins call
after school students loiter
holding coats, laughing
windows open wide
last day of school, finally!
the lake beckons
staying out late with friends
cicadas calling
hoping summer never ends
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