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poetry time, or, when names are poetry ~
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Britton Gildersleeve
“…in Micmac … some trees ‘are named for the sound the wind makes when it blows through them during the autumn, about an hour after sunset when the wind always comes from a certain direction. Moreover, these names are not fixed but change as the sound changes.” ~ as qtd. in Elizabeth Seay, Searching for…
looking to breathe ~
By
Britton Gildersleeve
I sometimes pretend I’m a calm person…:) But during an election year, as a ‘bright blue dot in a very red state,’ it’s hard. People I know, even like, are filled with fear and loathing. They aim it at my beliefs, at what I hold dear. At my core values, as we seem fond of…
it’s just school/ work/ a relationship…NOT LIFE ~
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Britton Gildersleeve
I had a note from a former student today. This isn’t unusual — I’m fortunate to have contact w/ many of my wonderful former students. But this was a bit different. It was a thank-you note. Because of you, it said, I graduated alive. Wow. I shiver thinking about it even now. Because this student…
time like a river ~
By
Britton Gildersleeve
I’ve always been short on time. At least since I was small. Then, there were summers. But even as a child, being the eldest meant watching sisters (and they know how easy that was!), or walking the dog, or washing the car, or playing Scrabble with my grandmother (who was not above cheating…). I rarely…
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