Soon-to-be-ex HS teacher working on my next phase of growth, I’ve come down with an astonishing case of writing.
Every Thursday in creative writing class, students select conversation-starter questions and we sit in a circle as we converse.
Fog like glue flicked into a dusty corner. Imperceptible
of grass together weaving
a symphony of green,
the tune: a frog
chirping by railroad tracks,
his pond a lovely mud cake