Skip to content

Bullies 

October 10, 2016

 Inspired, partially, by Trump

image

Bullies are blind to
differences;
they see the tenderhearted
as targets, used
to relieve their sense of angry fear,
to release their fearful anger –
used as their addictive catharsis.

Bullies are blind,
in their spewing of bile,
to the bruises they inflict,
constantly telling themselves stories
to create and increase excuses
for stoking their blind angers.

Bullies are blind to
how they are led;
they swallow concocted poisons
about others they fear would replace them,
about others they hope to destroy –
attacking these targeted others.

Bullies are blinded and fearful.

Hagland

September 28, 2016

image

The crone arrives like an undesired lover
leaving
the shape of your body
mutating.

Like an adolescent girl, you sense
changes
within:
unsought losses, unclear gifts.

You rage and sleep,
weep unwillingly,
demand more,
desire less.

There are no fairy tales here,
no promise of princes and beautiful gowns
only
the crone’s belly
and a different cloak of invisibility.

1997

Anxiety Poem

September 14, 2016
tags:

image

In The Midst

There’s been an accident
at the intersection
near my parents

and they are overdue.

Their neighbour answers
the phone – a confused stranger
after her stroke –

and speaks of flashing red lights.

Their friend with cancer is hysterical
on the phone
with no one in the house

and no answers.

As I pick up my car
keys to search,
the phone rings:

It is my child’s school; there’s been an accident.

Your Place in My Heart

September 10, 2016
tags:

 

image

I woke in the night
and thought of you.

No bleeding,
just this annoying scab,
itchy, tender.

I keep telling myself
I’ve cauterized
your place in my heart.

Advice for Teachers of Writing

September 5, 2016
img_0261

As a young teacher

If you are interested in how to teach writing effectively, you might be interested in my Labour Day post on another of my blogs – http://joanvinallcox.ca/40-years-teaching-college-composition/ 

Writing and Reading (Old Tech)

September 3, 2016
tags:

image

You are reading
this,
far away
from the time and place
where/when synapses
fired
their ballet
and I thought
a feeling
a rhythm
holding these words –
first sliding in black
ink
on a page,
waiting
for synapses
and time
and fingers
taping
green life
through electric connections to a screen
that holds
and releases
thoughts, words
reconstituted
regained
and printing up,
through black tape,
in a rhythm
of line and page
these words
which bend
and fold –

and, enveloped, travel
to be studied,
held,
approved.
A bored stranger submits
these words,
through the finger ballet, to the machine that prints
these words
for you
to read
now.

Learned or Learner: Do you learn more than your students do? — Douchy’s Blog

August 31, 2016

A big part of the teacher’s role has always been to serve as an example to their students, of what it looks like to be educated. When knowledge was the key to future success, a teacher was the living, breathing example of a learned person. Students could look up to their teachers and aspire to […]

via Learned or Learner: Do you learn more than your students do? — Douchy’s Blog