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Waiting for the Snow Day

1/30/2021

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Seated at the bed Great-Great Aunt Martha used to own, I look out my front window, and wait for the snow. A rarity in southeast Virginia. The superintendent has taken away snow days. But still I wait. I have fed the birds, waxed the sled, and located my Hunters. Students have lost much during the shutdown, and now the snow day. School will be conducted virtually. Someone did not read the crowd properly. Yet, I sit and I wait. I predict many connectivity issues, a few coughs, and a fever or two. And that’s just the teachers. Nothing that a snowman and some hot chocolate can’t fix it. A 24 hour snow bug.

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I Could Recognize Amy Klobuchar's Voice from the Walmart Bathroom

1/15/2021

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Here is the blog-strong women. That's it-
Amy Klobuchar
Gabrielle Union
Kelly Krauss
​Deb Haaland
Kim Hughes
Elizabeth Parris
Amanda Gorman
Kamala Harris
Elizabeth Warren
Mary Anne Hurtado
Nancy Pelosi
AOC
Cori Bush
Serena Williams
Sue Bird
Carol Cabrera
​Stacey Abrams
Joy Reid
Joy Harjo
and on and on and on 
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The White Christmas Tree

12/19/2020

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I have ignored my blog and my poetry during the pandemic, just as I have abandoned a thousand other tasks and items. The pandemic came when I, along with my family, were still reeling from the unexpected death of my father. Many people became very  productive in March of 2020, but our one burst of busyness resulted in a few "Marie Kondoed" closets and a half-clean garage.

I miss my extended family and work family, teaching face-to-face, and travel. I am a huge fan of a long weekend adventure. I did immerse myself into the election and watched some college football. But, I miss being in "Death Valley" in Clemson, SC on game day.

One way in which the House on Greenbrier has been surviving, has been to ignore tradition. Nothing is the same now, but if you have control over the change, you can gain a sense of power. We observed the Thanksgiving meal with my mother early, and we eschewed the traditional turkey for ham. Then at the Krauss house we had a delicious roast duck for Thanksgiving.  For Christmas, we have chosen to not have a live Christmas tree, as we have done forever. Instead, the most beautiful, gawdy, and bold white tree sits in our livingroom. 

Being a poet, I will find some symbolism in this dazzling spectacle. She is my family and me. She is standing tall in all her glory proclaiming that we will get through this storm. There will be face-to-face teaching, there will be family gatherings at my mom's house, I will hang out with my work family, and as this short little blog shows-there will be writing. Stories to be told. 



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Teacher, Then Poet

6/27/2020

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At this time in my life, I am a teacher first, and then a poet. Hopefully, with retirement, this will change.
I have joined quite a few social media parent groups to see what parents are saying about school in the fall. First of all, let me commend you on your large participation numbers. I wish I could have gotten this kind of response from all of you at parent conferences, email correspondence, and classroom need requests. As always, I am grateful for those that do support my classroom endeavors. 
I do understand that teaching five days a week at school is a beautiful thing. I can make sure my SPED students are assisted, my slow readers get my attention, and perform checks on mastery before I move ahead to new concepts. Five days a week in the classroom is the ideal scenario.
I have read your pleas for a five day a week return, and I have noticed you fail to address me. The teacher. So, I have just a few questions….
1-Will you provide the cleaning supplies I need for my room? I usually buy these with my money, but I will need more than I can afford.
2-If I get sick, will you fight for me to get extra sick days from my school/city? And if not given those days, will you pay my bills, so I don’t lose my home?
3-Do you realize that if I get sick, a substitute will take my place?  This substitute may or may not be qualified to teach Susie how to read. 
4-Will you blame me if your child gets sick?
5-And lastly, and the most important to me, will you ensure that I don’t get my 92 year old mother sick, that my dear friend does not transmit the virus to her newborn, and that my rookie teacher will be able to play safely with her nephew?
Until you address these concerns, I can’t back your desired plan of five day a week, in the classroom scenarios…..

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Corona and Chunky the Squirrel

3/15/2020

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What a week. I have watched smart people act stupid, people seek to silence others, friends rally to assist each other, chaos, quiet in the chaos, and worry as my daughter goes to work each day because her job is essential to you and your supply of toilet paper and hand sanitizer. I also watched in dismay as Chunky the squirrel brought down the entire bird feeder, as he was robbing it. 

There are pivotal points in your life you will always remember such as the birth of a child, the death of a loved one, 9-11, and now Corona. But during those extreme events, life goes on. It changes you, but it goes on. I weeded and strawed the blueberry patch yesterday, I prepared my two weeks of online lessons, I shared cocktails(not once, but twice ) with my daughter this weekend, and I chatted with my 91 year-old mom on the phone. I also watched friends being placed in dangerous work situations, I saw social media threads deleted because truths were told, and I read loving texts from my sweet sister. 

To what does all this equate...that I love and care for you--my family and friends. That I urge you to be kind, to use your voice, to find normalcy in bizarre situations, to definitely have cocktails, to call out people who seek to silence you, and to never be a Chunky the squirrel.

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The Furnace Chatters

3/7/2020

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The house is quiet, only the furnace is chatting. The temperature has dropped yet again, Virginia is a tired and hungry toddler when it comes to weather. Kelly moved the furniture in the den around a bit, and now there is a desk by the back window. The house now has five different desks in it. We are a house of watchers and wordsmiths. 
I had one poem published this week. Poets do have favorite children, and this is one of mine. More than She Can Bear (@ Eunoia Review) was written as a response to a friend of mine’s, the fabulous Christy Brown,  worries about being pregnant. But I think it encapsulates many of the fears we all have as we navigate this crazy world. Please stop by and read it. Also consider submitting to Eunoia Review. The editor , Ian Chung, gives crazy fast responses to submissions and publishes one piece daily.
That is all for today. I am off to grade papers, write, and bird watch as I work at the desk in the den.
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Collards and Kale

2/22/2020

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My daughter mornings into the kitchen. Stands in light stratum from the back door window. When she turns, I see she is wearing a shirt inscripted with one word. Kale. I can’t escape the laughter, as I look down and point at my shirt which reads Collards. We are in the midst of a t-shirt battle, a vegetable stand-off, before the coffee is ground and rivers our lips. Hers, a gift from the boutique grocery store where she works. Mine, a token from my sweet sister; a faded green material with block letters. Hers a Kelly and script. My vegetable, a piece of my childhood. My Southerness. Steeped and sizzled in fat back and served on New Year’s Day, plated at Granny’s with homemade chow-chow, and a staple during hard times. Briny and robust. Her leaves have quercetin and kaempferol and half of the vitamin alphabet. All hail kale. Raw kale, kale pesto, kale wraps, kale chips, kale sips, and even kale dips. She is the cook in this multigenerational home. A healthy cook. Kale is revered. Has its own refrigerator drawer, a dog-eared cookbook.  Fat-back does not dare cross the threshold of this home. Does not putty the eaves and nooks with sass and Southern splatters. Collards are scarce, too. No collard wrap, spread, not on salad or bread. Collard must be content to have my memories, my faded green t-shirt. ​

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To All the Women I've Loved (This Week)

2/8/2020

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As I write this, I am suffering from a wee bit of sciatica. I hate it when my body betrays me.I’ve always been healthy, so when Mother Nature knocks me on the head, to remind me of who is the boss, I pout for a bit. It has been an usual week filled with highs and lows, but upon reflection of the past seven days, I notice that for me it has been a week filled with strong women, and yes that includes, Mother Nature with her crazy winds, rain, and reminder to me.
Shakira kicked off the week with a nod to her Lebanese and Columbian cultures in the Super Bowl half-time performance. In a show filled with violinists, a Champeta dance, and the “controversial”(to the buttoned-up way too tight and uninformed), amazingly beautiful zaghrouta. She defines what a strong, intelligent, and passionate woman can be in less than ten minutes. If you have time checkout her # ChampetaChallenge on Instagram. 
As a mother, I find much to be proud of in my strong daughter, who despite working full-time, has returned to school to get her Masters. She is wise, hard-working, and incredibly funny. I am honored to have old friends such as Carol Cabrera and Kim Hughes, to reach out via text, and new friend/colleague Kasey Elliott to vent to when I’m fed up with work. These strong women impact young people daily. They literally change the world.
On Thursday, Christina Koch returned to Earth after 11 months aboard the International Space Station. Her accomplishment will go down in history, and she has also become the envy of “no peopling” people all over the world. 
I want to honor Nancy Pelosi. I actually want to embrace and kiss her, but she’s too dignified for that. And despite what appalled conservatives are saying, she is dignified. She politely and neatly, did what every intelligent woman in America has wanted to do at least once(and probably more) to a man-splainer...she shut down a racist, ignorant, bullying, child haring, self-serving, lying, cheating man by shredding his “manifesto of mistruths”. 
Lastly, I would like to mention Amy Klobuchar. If you have not decided on a Democratic candidate, please consider her. She has a winning record, Midwestern common sense, and the chutzpah to stand up to Trump.  
I don’t have a poem for this week, but consider all of these strong women and the ones that you know, to be sonnets of power, grace, and wisdom. 

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Spoetry: Sports' Poetry

1/25/2020

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The rain is dripping and plopping, and two of the cats have engaged in a fight that has moved through three rooms and a set of steps, so far. It’s a good day for a new blog from the crazy, cat-filled House on Greenbrier. 

I enjoy writing poems that have many layers and meanings. Additionally, I relish the idea of weaving nature throughout my poems(even my “take a stand” poems). The process becomes a brain exercise for me. But I also love college sports, especially my Clemson Tigers. Ironically enough, my most accessed/viewed poems are not my deep, thinking babies, but instead my spoetry(sports’ poetry). My first piece was published quite a few years back. The Kansas Jayhawks Athletics department, under the suggestion of Coach Bill Self, bought the poem, and have used it several times. “Rock Chalk, Jayhawk Chant” is still on the school website; featured as a screensaver. Coach Dany Herz was extremely instrumental in getting that poem recognized and entered into the world. Thanks, Coach.

Lately, I have been composing tributes to Clemson football players who have recently graduated or have left the program. These babies are under the “FanPost” section of ShakintheSouthland. They are rhymed poems of celebration for Chase Brice, Tee Higgins, and Isaiah Simmons.  The Chase Brice tribute has gotten the most traffic at twitter. Chase is a Clemson fan favorite. These pieces and fun, silly, and full of love and admiration.

So, lesson learned-take the time to write about what you enjoy and celebrate...when an idea moves you, explore it in your writing. Have a poetic Saturday! 



If you wish to peruse blogs by other poets, please visit Kelli Russell Agodon at
https://ofkells.blogspot.com/p/poetry-blogging-network-list-of-poetry.html. ​
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Scratches, hisses, and crickets...

1/17/2020

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Scratches, hisses, and crickets. These three words define my writing routine. I teach full time and again, I serve as a department head(I am still not sure how that happened). Consequently, Monday through Friday, my writing is comprised of many starts and stops. I write on my phone, on the back of my grocery list, in between classes, in the middle of the night, and sometimes at traffic lights. I am a prolific writer in spurts. I may write 30 poems in 30 days and then not write for 30 days. In the quiet times, I edit, keep up my author page, submit to magazines, read other poets, and try to appreciate the down time, the time of the crickets.I take writing classes at the Muse in Norfolk several times a year. 

On the weekend, I am able to focus more on my writing. The House on Greenbrier has an amazing office. My sister, Kelly, gifted me with the vanity the two of us shared when we were young. The office has floor to ceiling windows on two sides, so I sit at the vanity surrounded by nature as I work my craft. This past week, I composed a fanpost about my love of Clemson football for SB Nation’s Shakin’ the Southland.  And I received word that Dead Eyes Lit Mag(which includes two of my poems) was released and ready for purchase. My current lifestyle does not allow for a focus on my writing seven days a week from sun-up to sun-down. It is instead a series of scratches, hisses, and long spells of crickets. Below you will find a poem written in the office in the House on Greenbrier ( originally published in Contemporary Haibun Online in July of 2018).

The Song of the Red Fox

We moved to Virginia in late summer. Each season in this old Cape Cod home was a mystery to unfold. I swiftly learned the pattern of the Cardinal’s path, to recognize the Elderberry, Hawthorn, and Bee Balm, and experienced the zip and sting of a Commonwealth mosquito. As autumn approached, so did the brisk breezes from the Elizabeth River Estuary. I opened the windows, aired out the blinds, and swept the river sand from the wide slat floors. A volunteer pumpkin vine unfurled candy of burnt oranges and deep ambers. We carved and candled them. Wearing scarves and mittens, I saw green go to brown. Leaves, grass, and buds curl up like kittens, and freefall to carpet the fraying yard. The first substantial snow came in February. It was not light nor kind, but a boisterous blizzard with bountiful snow and an angry river wind. At that time I learned the song and the search for survival of the red fox.

Oval prints 
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​Dog bowl empty


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    In July of 2017, I purchased the 1938 Cape Cod home in Virginia. This blog will recount how this home has helped me to deal with loss, to handle stress, to become a better me, and how moving here inspired me to begin writing again.. Shout
    out to those who made it happen:
    Realtor-https://www.facebook.com/MatthewSpencerREALTOR/
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