lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look


lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look


sometimes the sunrise
is the best part of the day
(before darkness falls)

darkness surrounds us
but a few words can bring light
where it’s hard to find

images compared:
teaching online, in person
in the same classroom
One of my students just called me and in his very broken English told me I upset him in class today because I wasn’t on screen the whole time. He was in tears and his father yelled at him. Why wasn’t I on screen the whole time?
Because I was walking around my classroom trying to check in on the twelve kids who showed up today. Because I was trying to get two kids who have done zero work because of their utter terror of technology finally logged into our textbook.
Because I was making a tiny bit of progress with two kids, and breaking another.
Because it’s 2020 and I don’t know how to teach anymore. 💔
But I wore this mask and put up the new background fireworks to celebrate a candidate who literally has the power to change or save their lives and their families’ lives, and I smiled.
So why am I crying now?

new activities
their first time with Halloween
as they search for dreams

they came in numbers.
almost fifty percent. yes.
2020 win.

no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games

tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life

hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak

setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today


social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.

to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.