Tag Archives: Laure-Anne Bosselaar

On Year 4: September’s Poems


Of course, the school year actually started in August–doesn’t it always?  So there’s a bonus poem.  I faced the usual resistance among some of the kids who have never been in my class before:  do we have to listen to every poem?  Yes, I told them–every blasted one.  That pretty much answers that question, came the …

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On Year 3: September’s Poems


Not to mention two in August! Back to school, and back to a poem a day to my classes.  How many times does one have to do something before it becomes a habit?  This will be the third year for me–the third year since I took this one simple idea away from the Frost Place …

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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 February’s Poems


Happy Leap Year!  Happy Leap Day! Happy February!  Happy Groundhog Day! Happy Valentine’s Day!  Happy winter vacation! I tried to fill this month with love poems, but wasn’t always successful.  However, I have to say that I got a surprising reaction to Pablo Neruda from the students–they loved him!  I think it has to do …

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On the Second November’s Poems


In school, November, traditionally, is the shortest month.  That means, of course, the fewest number of poems for my classes.  November is also deer- hunting month here in mountainous central Maine, so many of the poems I chose for the month had to do with deer, and the woods, and things that the boys in …

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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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On May’s Poems, and a Bit of Reflection


To all intents and purposes, this was the last month for my daily poetry reading experiment:  the last day of class for seniors was Wednesday, May 25th, and quite frankly, I had the poem chosen for that day for quite some time. And it has been an experiment.  Because I started every class this year …

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On Line Breaks and Coffee Breaks


This is Jorgensen’s: This is my friend Lisa: If you put those two together, add a bagel and a vanilla cappuccino, and throw in a discussion about line breaks and other matters of poetic importance, you have my morning.  A very productive and mind-bending morning, I might add:  the kind I don’t get often enough, …

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On Choosing What to Read: the Playlist


A bit of navel-gazing.  A bit of angst. Next week I’m going to be doing a reading as part of the Stonecoast Alumni Association program at the winter residency. I earned my MFA from the Stonecoast program of the University of Southern Maine, graduating in January of 2005.  In the interim I have published two …

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On November’s Poems


Here we are again, at the end of another month of experiments in poetry.  The students in my classes are all acclimatized now:  we cannot start class without a poem first.  So that’s one mindset down.  A boy in fifth period spent days and days frowning at the poems I read, until one day he …

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