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“f your meeting” (opens the original)
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Jessica Cuello is one of my favorite living poets, a favorite human, and she happens to be a high school French teacher. Her poem below quietly and beautifully addresses the sometimes (often?) absurd experience of sitting through staff meetings and/or staff development, when the real work—the deep, heart work—is already happening. A masterclass on imagery and syntax, we will use this poem to inspire our own.<a class="image-link image2" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1477414348463-c0eb7f
“small tornado” (opens the original)
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This week’s poems and prompts ask us to consider the long games, the marathon(s), the devotion that we choose to carry in spite of… These long devotions can bring us to the brink of desperation, exhaustion, radical loneliness.To what or to whom have you remained devoted? What has it cost you? How have you resisted, managed or embraced melancholy, burnout or rage?<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1649920442906-3c8ef428fb6e?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrg
“As we do” (opens the original)
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“What we need” (opens the original)
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“Even the rocks are troubled” (opens the original)
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About a mile from where I now live, there is a church parking lot where if you hit it at dusk, will gift you with the most spectacular sky. Near the trees, there are often deer that watch me, alert and unmoving. It’s as though we are all waiting for something to happen. The trees seem unsettled but there is no wind. My son points out an unfamiliar, baby caterpillar on my sleeve, then takes a photo so we can enlarge it. The caterpillar is bright yellow with long black threads sticking out all ove
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