some poems from my students

the bic pen

so much depends
upon

a bic
pen

black in my
hand

onto the white lined
page

the loving sister

so much depends
upon

a loving
sister

funny in my
heart

in my
soul

the black-leathered bible

so much depends
upon

a black-leathered
bible

heavy on my
shelf

in my
room

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About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.
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