Divorcing Sky from Ocean
Contesting Castles Made of Sand Injunction: I’ve been silenced. Vocal Media ain’t too happy with my prompt protests. They rejected my last entry (I simply questioned why a teacher’s reality can’t qualify as dystopian). So I acquiesce and construct, for them, their wishes: some improbable, unlikely fiction.
Want Some Goody-Goody? Adopt a Teacher.
I’m struggling. I’m buckling under the weight. Every morning I draw a smile, then drive to sit in a school parking lot. I take deep breaths. More like gulps, really. I count to ten and tell myself, “Just pull two feet onto concrete. Drag each knee over, one by one…
Slop for Fodder
Contest 2020 in Hindsight — In 2020, on a Friday in March, my life exploded. Since then, I’ve found little season to gather. Uncovered no debauchery or hijinks. To be honest, I still can’t figure out what the fuck happened. But vocal media is requesting a recall of holiday memoirs gone wrong, and in humorous…
A Composed Drowning
Contest in Birds-Eye View — Before we begin. I’ve been bamboozled in a vocal media contest! Lured by fish captured in still, aquamarine image. White-fingered text taunting an invitation to wordsmith about aquariums. I slapped knee and hollered, “Hot damn! Finally, a contest fair for a science teacher.”
Letters of Exigence
Contest Entered by the Skin of Knees — Dear Mr. Paolini and Panel Judges, You ask what comes next, but why not ask who or what started it? Way to incite bias. My side of the story is due part in your vocal media contest. That’s why I’m entering. I’ve made clear the conflict and exhibited characters on…
This Is Not The Magic School Bus
It’s a Runaway Contest — Dear Madams and Sirs or to Whom it May Concern: I want off. It goes too fast. It never stops, and I didn’t buy no ticket. Last I recall, I was told to leave my classroom. Was promised I’d return, so I followed the directions. I put a bin of…
How to Pimp Love Letters:
Enter a Writing Contest. There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. According to legend, they used to burrow in the mountains, but migrated here to escape The Machine. Now, they enslave us humans. I am held captive in a tower by one dragon only. My knight in shining armor is…
On the Eve of an Anniversary
Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead. She’s had a lot to lift since then. I wrote her a letter. Sunday, I offered The Secret Garden to a blue mountain peak Dedicated it to my student. I became a teacher because of that story. I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it. She deserves to unfold in a story. To feel seen and important. She lifts a lot at such a young age You should see how strong my student is.
Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead.
She’s had a lot to lift since then.
I wrote her a letter.
Sunday, I offered The Secret Garden
to a blue mountain peak
Dedicated it to my student.
I became a teacher because of that story.
I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it.
She deserves to unfold in a story.
To feel seen and important.
She lifts a lot at such a young age
You should see how strong my student is.
I wrote her a letter. Help me deliver it.