A comment on teaching and three brief poems
While a college teacher, I and some other grad student/part-time writing teachers talked about giving bad grades.
One said a student started crying when getting sharp criticism about an essay. I reflexively joked (as often)’ “just say, ‘Pull yourself together!'” One of the other teachers laughed, but in a way it wasn’t funny.
It is one reason I quit teaching. That and painfully punishing students for plagiarism and not having good classroom presence.
Poems
“Heal” by yours truly
When the wound heals,
It reveals the body can recover
One way or another.
Take it easy, brother,
And heal.
“Night” by yours truly
Night, no fright.
Alright, okay
In a way.
Like walking through a maze
Of memory and imagination.
“Face” by yours truly
My lighted Himalayan salt lamp
Has begun to look like an angry man’s face.
Am I delusional?
Some say.
Anyway.