<parental crowing begins> H is Thetford Academy's Student of the Month for February 2016? You bet she is! And oh! Her teachers wrote the kindest, most spot-on things about her. But I don't mean to gloat. That's H's responsibility (though she never ever would, which is another amazing thing about her). I'll just sit here… Continue reading What’s that you say?
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon… Continue reading The root of the root
Bird at the Window Beyond is a brightness I am not equal to Yet what I see Turns into what I want, And to bring nothing but this body To pass through The one thing between Myself and what I crave, Almost done, the world a ruin Of leaves, winter at the throat, My song… Continue reading A brightness
Thirteen thoughts on your fourteenth birthday When the moon shines on the water with the twinkling distant suns, You would need a calculator just to count the lucky ones. -- Cheryl Wheeler I Before you were born, you were always with me. When I woke, I carried you with me to the shower to the… Continue reading For Hyla
Rebecca: What should I write today? Hyla: Write an ode to the fire. R: That's a good idea. What defines an "ode"? H: I can show you one I wrote about Oyster. R: Please do. . . . R: Oh, I like this! Can we post this today instead of something I write? H: Sure!… Continue reading Maybe I should hand her the keys?
Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with… Continue reading 11-11-11