A Poet and a One Man Band

The night I found out was beautiful. An irony I won’t forget as I learn to miss you. But do you miss me? I’m afraid I’ll never know… Hope being more attractive than the truth, So I’ll keep her close to me for now.   Closeness… Something you were never very good at. A spoiled … Continue reading

“Those Who Can’t Do, Teach” (?)

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Many years ago, I taught a drama class to very young children over the summer in south Texas.  I was not very good at it.  I lost my temper often and misplaced my tolerance frequently.  I used candy to get what I wanted, made 6 year olds recite the drama-club tongue twister, “I Slit a … Continue reading