• sometimes late at night

    by  • October 9, 2012 • English, poetry • 2 Comments

    I find myself wishing
    there were no passive voice
    (an odd wish, I know)

    but I don’t care much
    for a world where
    things were said

    mistakes were made
    damage was done
    lives were lost

    as though the mistakes
    made themselves
    or the violence

    happens without
    death without killers

    too many years
    teaching English
    to sleep well



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    2 Responses to sometimes late at night

    1. January 7, 2013 at 1:45 pm

      Diana said about you: “He’s a former pastor married to a pastor, and he’s a chef and a teacher.” And I said: “What does he teach? He must teach English.” She didn’t answer, but I pretty much knew b/c the the writing of those who teach it differs, even, from the writing of those who study it. I read a lot of Christian wisdom in the blogosphere, also a lot of poetry. But it’s refreshing to read someone’s words and think: here’s a craftsman. It’s a rare gift, and probably it’s not a gift at all but the product of study. I don’t think most people know it when they read it, but I do and thought I’d say so.

      • January 8, 2013 at 11:46 pm

        Thanks, Brandee. English was my subject (I am not teaching currently).


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