My Cardboard Balcony

So, yeah. Kind of a rough week for me. I've dealt with a lot of trial and error with my job. There's a lot I need to work on and a lot I need to learn. But you know what? I'm fine with that. And as long as I'm succeeding in one way or another, I'm happy. I've been told that I have displayed consistent growth in my teaching. Being a twenty-three-year-old who was kind of thrown into this whole literacy with barely any back-up with the official program people, I've had to work with my supervisor and my co-workers sort of in the dark. We've all been working hard to match the expectations of everyone around, and I think we'll be okay. Anyway, seeing as the week has been pretty tumultuous, especially job-wise, I am obviously exhausted. So I'll leave you with the usual quotation and give y'all an update on my NaNoWriMo novel tomorrow. Cool? Cool. Writer's Quotation of the Night: Write drunk; edit sober. - Ernest Hemingway Have a great

Lover's Game by Belinda Roddie When I found him, he was barely breathing But his heart was raging in a mad symphony And his hand was out as if he were reaching Toward the moon upstaging his silhouette in the grass I lifted him carefully, as if he were made of glass And moved to save him from his mind’s cacophony While he slept, I perused his gentle features And I was reminded of what pervaded his senses How could it be, in such a man I called my teacher, A beast resided in what used to be good dreams And silently, but with wrath, ripped them at the seams? So I moved to answer and resolve the question But alas, the beast could not be easily tamed I was not the chosen conductor for this elegy So for the rest of the night, I let him sleep And his mind play the foolish lover’s game As he woke, I retained a modest distance For, though I did lead him to his recovery, I felt it not in my place to touch, but listen As ears could gently heed

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