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On Year 3: November’s Poems


November is the month of birthdays of so many of my favorite people, including my two daughters, my poetic mother Laure-Anne Bosselaar, and the man who oversaw my creative thesis in grad school, Ted Deppe.  It’s also, I think, the most evocative month of the entire year: so brooding, like a Brontë novel.  This month …

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On the Second March’s Poems


March, in public school, is the longest of months, and frequently the dreariest, because March is bipolar.  That whole schtick about coming in like a lion and going out like a lamb?  Well, not exactly.  On March 21st the temperatures were in the 80’s–so warm that I broke out sandals to wear to school.  Here.  …

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On the Second January’s Poems


I can’t begin to tell you how much I hate winter.  It worries me terribly.  Everything is so much harder, and darker, and more expensive.  Twice this month I’ve taken a header, once in the driveway, once in the parking lot at the Indian Island School on the way to a basketball game.  Winter hurts.  …

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On a New School Year, and the Second September’s Poems


A hundred years ago, when I attended the Advanced Placement institute in St. Johnsbury, Vermont with two of my awesome teaching colleagues, the five-day workshop was presented by a man who talked quite a bit about poetry boot camp.  This was what he called the intensive however-long unit on poetry and analysis that he subjected …

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