We often do a writing exercise in class in one of the classes I teach where the sentence prompt is What I Want to Tell You. Sometimes, I do it too. Today because it is August 28 a day that seems full of August and September and this fast crazy summer, a summer of a grandchild, a summer of New Mexico, a summer of the world falling apart and coming together, a summer of violence and constant attempts at reconciliation, a summer that couldn't possibly, even for the sake of a poem, be summarized, in a word or two or three. This summer I want to tell you this.
What I Want to Tell You
What I Want to Tell You
What I Want to Tell You
We often do a writing exercise in class in one of the classes I teach where the sentence prompt is What I Want to Tell You. Sometimes, I do it too. Today because it is August 28 a day that seems full of August and September and this fast crazy summer, a summer of a grandchild, a summer of New Mexico, a summer of the world falling apart and coming together, a summer of violence and constant attempts at reconciliation, a summer that couldn't possibly, even for the sake of a poem, be summarized, in a word or two or three. This summer I want to tell you this.