‘Teacher Shortage’ is a misnomer
We’re burned out and giving up
When admin doesn’t back us
Because parents scare them
And the county only worries
About going viral and lawsuits
Meanwhile, the kids don’t believe
That natural consequences exist
Why should they, when leaders
Get away with murder, live on TV
9.9.19
We all change, time sees to that
We lose parts along the way
In war those we love the most
Don’t always come home again.
5.7.19
Ten days until
a new countdown
of degrees
of rings
of jobs
of houses
of anniversaries
Reading drunk thoughts is hella easy
I’ll try to sleep tonight
Without you it’s hard
To remember to close
My eyes and try
“Your decision. Are you better than your master would have been to you?”
There’s wild things in the seas
As alien as you and me
The stars are the same
Full of dreams far away
We all change. Time time sees to that
4.13.19 - Recovery and Excerpts
“We must respect space, it is a savage place. Carry on, and take the legacy of those lost with you. Share their stories, as someone will one day share yours.”
A month and a day ago I blew out my knee.
Today, I went to the gym for the first time, since.
I am grateful, to be this far, to have help along the way,
yet, reminded of how far I have, still, to go.
“Purpose, that’s what I’m searching for. Maybe I’ll find it amongst the stars.
The 5th draft has been uneven, since 25 staples.
But there’s been constant progress. Always, forward.
Not just in the book but in life. Constant, changing, progress.
In reflective quiet, remember the positives, first, and last.
“A starship is made for connecting distant lights. Each point represents choices, changes, and new direction. Every time I ferry this trip , I am reminded of that. You all will make choices. Some good, some poor. No matter what choices you make, own them.”
“All die. Lucky are we who choose when.”