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February 6, 2020

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Greg McVerry

I lost my first response was a good poem. Will try again (not as good #poetryport #edu506) Alchemy has not fallen to our networked world while face to

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I lost my first response was a good poem. Will try again (not as good #poetryport #edu506) Alchemy has not fallen to our networked world while face to face has its place alchemist of code, bards of blogs no monologues we are together a guild of Griots sing in digital spaces plot paces in digital laces woven in webs with ebbs and flows in transformation of ma

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Holistic Rubric for End of Module Reflection #edu506 #edu307

Criteria Content knowledge Organization Reflection on Growth Use of Evidence Scale Using a 4 point scale-not a fan of mushy middle Rubric Four Points Content Knowledge : Reflection demonstrates growth in knowledge through the analysis of key concepts, defining key words, and descriptions of activity during the module Organization : Reflection has a clear foc

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@staci_SSS a poem for the spinners left in the world: https://via.hypothes.is/https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/2020/02/06/home-in-our-heliosp

@staci_SSS a poem for the spinners left in the world: https://via.hypothes.is/https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/2020/02/06/home-in-our-heliosphere-to-the-spinners-of-the-world#annotations:group:__world__ (looks like I picked up some cash or grass poems who hopped on the bus for a ride). Share with listeners we are giving away free poems all month: ht

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Home in our Heliosphere: To the Spinners of the World #clmooc #poetryport

Limbs twist in trysts of stolen bliss History slips on lips as we sip from the sun feet skitter reality withers scattered dreams gleam in seams of time Hips let loose in obtuse orbits Home in the heliosphere centered in the one coming undone symbiosis in our flamboyance of flow never together, not alone souls accrete as feet seep into sound that surrounds be

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