During my first year of teaching fifth grade, I introduced this poem to my students while preparing them for a trip called "Bridges and Boundaries: African-American and American-Jewish Relations" (at the Jewish Museum). We talked about what it meant to be equal in this country. A deep discussion ensued. I hope you become inspired to… Continue reading T.G.I.P.F.

Credo I believe there is something else entirely going on but no single person can ever know it, so we fall in love. It could also be true that what we use everyday to open cans was something much nobler, that we'll never recognize. I believe the woman sleeping beside me doesn't care about what's… Continue reading Poetry Friday: Credo (A poem about love)

THE POETS ROOM has nothing in it. No comfortable furniture, no TVs, voices, clocks ticking, nothing except beats of air and blood pulsing through your lungs. You take a clean breath and quietness comes in. Your favorite films start flaring on theatres of walls, whenever you are brave enough to chase your images with words.… Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Poets’ Room