writer’s notes

Reading it back, I really don’t like the poem I just wrote and posted. There are too many clich├ęs and it doesn’t flow very well. But it’s late and I’m too tired to rework it now. If you have any criticism or suggestions to improve it, please let me know.


Wrote this in response to the Women’s Creative Collective for Change writing prompt, “write about a misconception you had as a child”. I didn’t have a lot of misconceptions that I can remember–growing up with a sister who regularly told me I was adopted or that little gremlins with vacuum cleaners sucked up the plastic canisters at drive-through bank windows made me less than gullible.

*Also, I’m not disrespecting teachers or what they do at all. My parents are both educators, and I’ve taught kids myself; I know what a hard job it is, and I’ve been fortunate to have a few great teachers who really opened up my mind and taught me so much about the world, Henry the Eighth, and photosynthesis. That being said, I have also heard some truly dumb stuff inside of schools.

Lies I Heard from My Teachers

You can’t learn to read without doing all your phonics worksheets

Don’t color outside the lines

If you tell lies, your nose will grow (according to Pinocchio)

Good children sleep at naptime

All students must pledge allegiance to the flag

Candy ALWAYS inevitably rots your teeth

Egyptian pharaohs looked like white people–and they were all men


So Jen convinced me to join the Women’s Creative Collective for Change online poetry-posting challenge. It means you write and post at least one poem each day for the whole month of August on your blog. I’m not sure whether there are particular themes or prompts, but I welcome the chance to stretch and get my poetry going again after a bit of a dry spell (I blame it on French).

Since I’m late to this as usual, I’m posting a couple poems in a row to make up for it.