No, no, don’t get too excited. There’s no poem attached to this blog post. But it’s been a minute since I’ve posted, and I didn’t want you all out there waiting and wondering if I’d fallen off the face of the earth, or had my typing fingers crushed in some weird baking accident, or perhaps gotten wrapped up in some cult that believes poetry should only ever be recited aloud and from the top of a mountain (or, at the very least, a small hill). Nothing quite so interesting has occurred.
However. I did acquire a new superpower that’s going to allow me to save the world from ignorance and hate (one high school English teacher at a time).
I’m happy to report that I am the new Assistant Professor of English and the English Education Program Coordinator at Delta State University. What that means is that I’ll be supervising and educating students pursuing a Bachelor’s or Master’s degree in English Education with the goal of becoming middle or high school English teachers. If I do my job well (and I fully intend to), I’ll be part of a team working to bring teachers into the field who will, in turn, touch the lives of hundreds of students every year. It’s an awesome responsibility, and I cannot wait to get started.
Fortunately, that happens next week.
You’ll note that my last poem was posted sometime in May – which is the month I accepted this position and the whirlwind that has been my summer began. Since that time, I’ve moved from Bryan, Texas to amazing Cleveland, Mississippi (it really is one of the best kept secrets), began work on a freelance instructional design project for a school out in California, went on a week-long hiking trip in the Blue Ridge Mountains with two of my best girlfriends, taught two online classes for Ashford, bought a house, went to Pennsylvania for a long overdue visit with my family, started a major renovation on said house, and seen a number of cool shows (The Shins, Tig Notaro, JJ Grey & Mofro, and next week, Jason Isbell).
So. Needless to say, no poetry has been composed on the page. There are, however, pieces of poems floating around in my head. That’s how it usually works for me – things float around. Sometimes, they solidify and I can get them down on the page. Most recently, I’ve been working on a poem that deals with a conversation I had with my ex before we were married. It’s a long story, but basically we agreed to always be connected no matter what happened, no matter who we ended up with in the future. A lot has happened in the years between that conversation and today, and these are the lines that have been floating around in my brain most of the summer:
I will give her the things
not given to me:
honor and respect,
the gentle nod of acknowledgement.
So, I guess you got a little poetry after all ;-). Fear not, there will be more! It’s going to take me a minute to get sorted in this new job, to finish the renovation, to wrap up my freelance work, but when I do, you can count on my return to the P&W writing prompts. Until then, be well. Enjoy what’s left of summer. And fight ignorance and hate wherever and whenever and however you can.