This month, I’m joining several writers to play with poetry for National Poetry Writing Month. While I’m waiting for my haikubes and metaphor dice to arrive, I thought I’d try some book spine poetry.
Whenever I’m in the schools observing, there’s one student who always interests me the most. You know the one. That kid. The one whose reputation precedes him. The one who refuses. The one who defies. The troublemaker. I think about that kid a lot and wonder how school could be transformed into a place that would feel relevant, engaging, meaningful, safe, even joyful to him. I had his voice in mind writing this poem.
the honest truth?
the worst hard time
the death of the heart