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Greg McVerryI recorded another episode of #2toPonder. In this episode I discuss why you do not need to show your faces in the remote classroom.
Greg McVerryAnother #2toponder episode where I discuss my weird relationship with the syllabus.
Greg McVerry#edu407 here is a #2toPonder podcast on the relationship between reading and writing
Greg McVerryCheck out how quick you can have students podcasting
Greg McVerrySometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible realities, barnacles Growing on rusted prints Dripping in stolen yesteryear
Greg McVerryunleash holes in broken nows who claw through glass eyes in hopes of refactoring a better tomorrow Let desire drive destiny Set fire and knives to Those Flee A reality Me rooted In thee I write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels Poetry allows my scar tissue to breath Whisper
Greg McVerrybroken toes dance on fingertips scraping our elbows of bent memories #smallpoems
Greg McVerryA specter seeing the unseen apparition animated in angst. A poltergeist pouncing on possibilities in the revenant of revelry turns incorporeal innocence from night to day light to dark as the clock continues to click in those moments we must seek to wonder About another celestially sent Sensed in all that surrounds never abound, but bonded by love and wonder
Greg McVerryGiants of old hang tired, towering over a history past by. Branches bend and crumble under weight of knowing no spring will come now dwellings of decay a future robbed hordes of gypsies descended a pandemic in the canopy killing so many now empty Mausoleums of mourning
Greg McVerrySplintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery history at th
Greg McVerryI sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upon empty Seas of forgotten misery
Greg McVerryrhizomatic learning breeds that which creates but keep a machete at the ready blades dripping In constraint Hack at Habitats of habitual wandering Carving paths Of whimsy
Greg McVerryPoets shout silent introspections at intersections of truth and fiction introduce a projection of perfection that slips on lips of falsehood kissed by perceptions that seduce and let loose sounds inward with souls turned windward Gusts of time beat back stolen voices searching feeling and thought in motion
Greg McVerryA floodlit public cast on conflict toxic kaliedoscopic fractals of fritction cognizance of incomptence in every corner but our own Those who present persistence in confidence sit on thrones they envision alone it ain't meek we seek that our simple ripples in reason, slip on, without adhession to publics as identities collapse in relapses context wrecked from
Greg McVerryI cry for the lack of diversity in the lives of my boys a pride in nation celebrating a single story reinforced in schools tales of Indigenous happily selling land for 53 coats then emblazing uniforms with racist caricature's of a Chief in ceremonial Head Dress. Imagine pinning Congressional Medal of Honor on a cartoon? immigration and Ellis island celebrate
Greg McVerryCelebrate diversity is what we do in white schools. eating spicy foods (keep it mild don't go too wild), maybe read a book with a Black boy on the cover Diversity in schools of color is racism A reality not a goal fixed by serving taco bowls But a dance of resilience and brilliance, beautiful children who succeed in spite of not because of society
Greg McVerryI have no confidence in the kiss of winter's bliss Hilltops amiss milky blankets never fallen missing soft touches that linger on finger and tongue No slick valleys, sleds up and down Pressure drops in lakes of thought Hiding great winds of doubt from my reality as tears fall to fill the rivers and flow to shores of my soul
Greg McVerryLike a decoy of Troy but an envoy of joy deploy toys as enjoyable ploys for the real McCoys with coy thoughts mixing divisions of flamboyance and clairvoyance an epoxy of unorthodoxy gluing smiles by spewing against trials found in a fragile docile lifestyle
Greg McVerryA search for joy unfurls in our world as a hunt for purpose swirled in a thirst for good people treated with unequal gratitude as you bank thanks for others and smother yourself in doing you.
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