$1000

What can I buy with $1000?

A color printer for my classroom so I can make posters pop for my Newcomer students. Eighteen credits at ISU so I can try to earn a livable wage with a salary lane change. A week in a hotel for one of my students and his family who were out on the streets.

What can you buy with $1000?

The last shred of dignity that DPS promised on our September paychecks. You said you kept your promise with extra pay for hard-to-serve positions and bonuses, a 2.06% raise, and $1000.

But guess what? We didn’t receive the $1000 that you are holding because our union wants arbitration against your broken promise. We only got the watered-down raise.

Where is it? Where is the 5.2% COLA raise that you agreed to?

When my student’s family was living in a tent, I asked my English colleagues at South for as much money as they could spare. Within a day, I had collected more than $1000 to keep this family off the street for a week. Why did I ask when we’re all strapped for cash, when gas and food prices and mortgage interest rates keep so many of us from paying our bills?

Because that is what I do. I teach Newcomers who came here for a better life. I work with generous colleagues who would reach into their nearly-empty pockets to come up with $1000 because it matters to a student. A family. A life.

How else can I earn $1000, or a real raise? From my second job as an adjunct professor, where, if the classes don’t get canceled before they begin, I might earn $1000 extra a month to make up for the gaps in my DPS paycheck? From teaching summer school, doing ISA paperwork, coaching, directing, or after-school supervision?

Why isn’t what I do in a day, in a school year, enough to earn $1000 of your respect? To earn 5.2% of your respect?

I plan lessons and grade papers for four preps. I have a classroom of students who just arrived from all over the world and speak seven different languages. I engage them in English, help them cope with trauma, show them where our food bank is, take them on excursions across the city, teach them about cultural norms, and communicate with their families about their never-ending physical and emotional needs. I have kids who have never held a pencil and don’t know their letters in their home language and kids who could write a novel in Spanish, and I work my ass off to meet all of their needs, even if it means giving them $1000.

What I don’t have is a salary proving that DPS believes that what I do is respectable and professional. What I don’t have is my promised COLA.

DPS, you agreed to support your teachers with a real raise, and you couldn’t even give us $1000. If a picture is worth 1000 words, I hope my words are worth at least $1000.

An Empty Trail

you should ride your bike 
is all i have to say
to rural New York
it’s legit flat straight 
at a low elevation
you could breathe. and see.
a lock will open
one day on your broken heart
and you’ll see the blue

Where I’m From Version …?

i showed my students a picture of

my childhood home today

“I’m from a big white house

with the giant maple tree still standing”

These were the words of my

“Where I’m From” poem

“Que rico estuviera” YanCarlos called me out

not seeing the old Chevy Nova,

four bicycles on top,

my dad’s homemade trailer behind,

my mother, father, sister, me,

our dog, our cat,

inside the tiny car,

ready to drive 1200 miles

for a future in Denver

Denver, a mile high,

a million jobs,

or so we… THEY… thought?

How deceptive a photo can be,

bragging riches

when there were just empty pockets,

an almost-lost mortgage,

a pile of debt.

Yet here we are,

here I am,

begging them to write me a poem

even if it’s in Spanish,

Even if they haven’t a single photo of their home,

their family,

their past.

Where they are from

Is

And will always be

so much more painful

Than that old Chevy.

Scene 1000 From a Marriage

you will never see
a light as bright as this light
walking your dog home

twenty-five years in

Yolk Folk

sometimes kindness wins
with a crocheted coaster egg
erasing dog’s bite

New not New

my heart in shambles 
as i give them everything
only to be robbed

Soak It Up

the time is so short

when we’re all together now

so we soak it up

Winter in Colorado

rejuvenation 
lies in snowy peaks, hot springs
we soak, our soul sings

All Together Now

hot springs renew us
and bring us all together
so sweet, as they’ve grown