Picking up the pen
and setting it down again;
the paper is mottled with tears.
Pressing on the pen
the ink bleeds blackened words
onto the wrinkled paper.
Picking up the paper
folding it over again;
the paper has some small tears.
Pressing on the paper
and sliding it into the envelope;
the paper catches and tears again.
Picking up the envelope
and licking the flap;
papercutting the tongue.
Pressing shut the envelope
and picking up a stamp;
the address is unimportant anymore.
About Me
- Professor G
- My students call me Professor G. I am in my third year as an English language and literature professor at the University level and I honestly love my (underpaying) job. I teach: Remedial English, English Composition, Research & Writing, World Lit. I: Short Stories & the Novel, World Lit. II: Poetry & Drama, and Spanish I (just for some extra flavor). This semester, Spring 2012, I am trying a new tactic with my three sections of ENG 120: English Composition--I will not lecture. I am defining a lecture as me, the professor, monologuing (with or without visual aids and notes) for more than 10 minutes. Follow my journey as I chronicle the successes and failures as I experiment with taking the lecture out of the classroom.
5 comments:
i sometimes forget how beautiful of a soul you have and are. let us not forget about each other. i need a confidant at this point and would like to exchange words with you soon.
love.
paul albert harper
I have missed you. And I am here, leave me a comment, IM me, or email me...you have all my info. I look forward to speaking with you again, it has been so long.
Amour,
Brianna
Very nice poems and writings i should return to read more. thanks
thank YOU, for stopping by =)
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