The professor was late and showed up in sweaty gym clothes and carrying a racquetball racket. He never put it down during the class holding it and at times waving it around as he spoke. He started by sharing how he’d just come from playing racquetball and how much he liked it. No problem, I […]
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In my last semester of college, on the first day of my poetry class, I watched curiously for my new poetry professor. He came through the door maneuvering on crutches; his legs were bent and his knees turned in as he made his way to his desk at the front of the room under the […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 