Teacher Angst Poems

I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl.
My teacher said this is not...

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 “When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do, 
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when...

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Consider the practice of pedagogy.
Sounds less like a noble profession,
And more like a pervert’s kinky fetish,
A groomer’s form of fieldcraft.
Socrates taught Plato,
Just as Shumann mentored...

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The grump got out of a lumpy bed,
Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head.
Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed,
Then made some toast with...

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Through the veiled shadow of my past, I find, 
Lessons unlearned, I was far too disinclined. 
The tart whispers of regret, a mournful song, 
I...

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I beat my wings
At the moment of exhale
Unaware the air had grown stale
I was a white washed wasp
With no sting in my tale
Maybe because daddy...

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Darkness, shadows, raining, storming.

I liked to pretend I perfectly crafted these bleak, tired ideas.

When I was a stupid kid.

As if no one has ever drawn...

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Early morning dawn July
"Mallory"  Damian whispered, sliding 
Closer to her. "Mallory" he Whispered 
Again gently caressing. She wanted
To say stop. It was to late
he...

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Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely...

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Did you ever have that dream,
Where you're naked and at school?
All your friends bust out laughing,
And you feel just like a fool.

You keep running through...

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My lovely student , 
Stand up and concentrate your arms like a kangaroo, 
Which is feeding well in your neibouring zoo, 
Jump and capture your ...

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I had a step-father who a classified genius
He was a science teacher and member of the Audubon Society
He earned teacher of the state award at...

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you took me down to Eastbourne boarding school
to offer me a palliative
to cure my dyslexia
I lived for your letters
until the teachers got it 
to a...

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somewhere smothered
under the glaring white 
lies my summer

you know

the three reasons 
I teach

June
July 
and 
August

and it's just
January

so.....
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return...

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a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics
O the exuberance of being a first-time artist
Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art
As the...

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