Day 117 – I’m Taking A Class

I’m taking a class
on writing;
about teaching children
to write well

The professor wants us
to get a little journal
and carry it around
to write little thoughts in

She says I have to be a writer myself
to show a child how to be one
so we’ll practice
and she’ll check it every week
to make sure I’m doing it

I just sit so quietly
during these times

I can’t get angry
like the first four classes-
I know now this is not
really meant for me

but oh the things
I sit so quietly through
because it’s just
what has to be done

Oh the well-meaning requirements
from all the bad apples
that spoiled the bunch


Year 2: Day 74 – In A Brand New Journal

In a brand new journal
I can write anything,
all the world to be captured in pen-
the sacred purge of thought,
the immaterial made physical,
ideas in the void given form.

In a brand new journal
there’s a sense of possibility,
of the greatness about to be born-
a tome, when completed,
to be placed on the shelf
and cherished in years to come.


In a brand new journal
I find a death wish,
a mountain I cannot climb-
for I can’t write a thing
in a brand new journal.