227. An American Sunrise: Joy Marjo

My mother always said that I thought too big. My voice is this blog and my teaching, both of which are unremarkable (in my mind). ¬†Yet, I remind myself daily of the novels that have no publisher, the teacher recognition I do not earn or the public policy I am subjected to because I dare... Continue Reading →

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212. the genius of the crowd: Charles Bukowski

I don't know if the title is capitalized or not. It is where I got it from, but I suspect that's wrong, or an auto-function of the website. Bukowski is probably not one of the most middle school appropriate poets you will come across, but doesn't mean your students should be denied genius where it... Continue Reading →

150. Chicago: Carl Sandburg

I love the first booming line: Hog Butcher to the World. This is the first poem I remember that wasn't a) cute, b) historically important, or c) I was supposed to like. It was in an anthology and the page opened and there it was. We were not assigned it--growing up in New England, the... Continue Reading →

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