I know education intimately. I’ve worked w/ urban schools, k-university, since 1990. At the district, state, & national levels. I’ve met w/ officials from across the globe (literally: Africa, Europe, Australia…). I have educator friends & colleagues around the country. So keep that in mind. The pro-DeVos argument is loaded w/ biased rhetoric. Let’s begin w/ […]
Sometimes when bad news comes, all that helps is writing poetry. Even the stronger, most eloquent poetry of others isn’t enough. That upwelling has to be voiced, and poetry is all that helps. This was one of those weeks: a dear friend w/ Lou Gehrig’s disease. Another whose partner has only a very little time left… The only way to cope is to write it out…
Sisters Fate ~
There are three of them.
Blind women who hold within arthritic hands
our futures. Skeins of vivid silk — your life,
my life, the lovers of friends —
spill through gnarled fingers
Catching tearing snarling.
Clotho the spinner of birth
who looks perhaps like weavers do
her thumb wide and flat from twisting thread.
Lachesis, the middle sister, measures.
She holds the short length that will be
your life, my loss, the grief
that will entangle me
for Atropos, the eldest sister.
Her eyes are grey stones
She reaches into deep pockets
for silver blades.
Sharper than loss, darker than memory,
snick snick snick
Deaf and blind, these three puppeteers
spin and measure sever
the threads that tie your life to mine
and you float free of need
all that tethered you to this day, your life
my hands. I reach for you, your shadow.
The sun sets and you fade into the night.
The sisters are still.