gato quemado
i'm progressing in this poem. i wrote it one way. then i rewrote it another way. and i think when i rewrite it again, it'll be another way. i do feel good about it, though.
i have a few more ideas to continue this train of thought.
These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.
i'm progressing in this poem. i wrote it one way. then i rewrote it another way. and i think when i rewrite it again, it'll be another way. i do feel good about it, though.
it was a day full of artistic expression. a bit emotional and a bit wonderous.
for the third year in a row, i headed out to the migrant summer school. for a change this year i went into the middle school classroom instead of into steph's room and with the same kids she's had and i've known for the past two years.