January 10, 2017, Prescott-
Small patches of dirty snow,
chilly fog in morning- “Jan-gloom”.
Daily walk to start the morning,
boys find the puddles,
splash, and bemoan the cold.
Less tussling, and verbal bravado,
now that a Special Needs mom,
is in charge.
Here we are,
in the prime learning stretch,
between New Year’s and Spring Break.
January 6, 2017, Phoenix-
Dental day,
and I am given
a mostly clean
bill of health.
A chipped tooth,
must be crowned soon,
so time gets set aside.
I honour my angel,
as other departed souls
are given their due.
The cemetery is busy
on this cool Epiphany Day.
Later, it is explained to me,
that angels were created
to serve Man.
My angel wears a crown, of pure gold,
having seen to me meeting my needs.
In the evening,
I present a living angel,
with a gift from my heart,
as no child should ever
feel forgotten, or of no worth.
This girl will make her own
crown of glory.
January 5, 2017, Palm Desert-
I left the coast’s Jan gloom behind
A Blue Hole greeted five of us
descending from the San Jacinto,
the driver of the lead monster truck,
seemingly driving blind.
Somehow, doing fifty,
in a 25 miles an hour stretch,
made sense to him,
while we behind him, retched.
I would drive on,
and back into the rain,
but here in the desert,
sand and sun held domain.
December 16, 2016, Prescott-
Today was long,
because of wind, and rain.
Two of our boys fought us,
tooth and nail,
over the tests the class took.
Self- determining a curriculum
is something that
requires inner discipline.
Our students don’t
exactly have that,
in spades.
I overheard a girl
saying that one
of the boys
likes every girl
in the school.
She said he was named
for an angel,
but couldn’t pass for one.
I think every girl
deserves to be liked.
As with boys,
that liking should
be for who she is inside,
and for her dreams.
As with boys,
girls need to know
they are surrounded
by unconditional love and encouragement.
How is it that doesn’t go without saying?
December 15, 2016, Prescott-
Four years and a day ago,
a vortex of hate came to call,
on a little town in Connecticut.
These past few days,
that vortex, and its cohorts,
have moved on, to Aleppo,
and left a once vibrant city
looking like Dresden,
or Nagasaki, after
Hate came to visit.
A chill vortex is bringing
snow, from the Rocky Mountains
to the rocky Atlantic coast.
It even brings rain,
to parched Los Angeles.
In special spaces,
around the world,
other vortices bring solace.
I wonder,
which vortex
will I encounter, next?
December 1, 2016, Prescott-
I was raised to stand for what I believe.
Others may believe as they will.
None, though, will force me to toe a line,
which I cannot abide.
Those who spout foolishness,
those who maintain a false equanimity,
between good and evil,
will not get a hearing in my court.
I believe in the basic capacity for people
to work together and build a better world,
with all that there is,
in the way of raw materials.
I do not, nor ever will, however
believe in the right of the created
to assume equality with the Creator.
This is my response to those who say,
“But they mean well.”
There are no good intentions,
coming from an egomaniac.
My idea of good intention
is consistent, hard work
and consistent love for
the weak,
the vulnerable,
the dispossessed.
November 16, 2016, Prescott-
Young boy who was so unsettled,
when among hostile peers,
is a role model for new classmates,
in his more suitable learning environment.
Two Early Childhood specialists, in a row, have
found themselves as ducks out of water,
in a room full of older special needs children.
The word is that a teacher qualified to work
with said group is coming on board.
A soon-to-be-retired public official wants
to go on ignoring “working class” people.
The wheels of the Change Train are grinding,
more slowly and fitfully than expected.
Some genuinely talented public servants
are emerging, in the wake of all this.
Stay tuned.
November 15, 2016, Prescott-
The longest week of November is nearly halfway gone.
I take one day at a time, on this gig,
so it does not phase me,
that this is the most quotidian segment
of a season that features a plethora
of holidays.
A colleague was unaware of some functional facts,
regarding our planet’s geography.
She is no longer so much in the dark.
It seems, in this day and age,
that some would prefer
the Dark Ages.
Thinking, and being functional,
were so much easier then,
or so they suppose.
October 26, 2016, Prescott-
Swaggering is a cover for deep-seated fear.
So is fabulism.
Neither gets one the satisfaction
that is offered by trustworthiness.
I read travel tales
of men trying to sweep
attractive women off their feet.
I see people, with faux charm,
trying to fool all the masses,
and the individuals,
all the time.
I hear frightened miscreants
protest their innocence,
when caught in the act.
I witness two forlorn boys,
masking their sorrow
and sense of being abandoned,
by attacking one another.
My task is to flow,
again and again,
wearing down the hardness
of the rock.
October 25, 2016, Prescott-
I abhor barriers.
Walls between nations,
fences between yards,
fingers in ears,
eyes forced shut,
minds and hearts closed.
We are all created unique,
yet we are all created of value.
I am blessed with friends
who are conservative,
who are liberal,
who are Christian,
Baha’i,
Buddhist,
Muslim,
Jewish,
Hindu,
atheist,
Wiccan,
none of the above.
I cherish friends
who are Democrat,
Republican,
Socialist,
Libertarian,
apolitical.
Barriers choke
the life
out of those
on either side.
I value life.
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