This Very Day.

Young minds sit behind the white screens of machinery,
fingers relentlessly working away.
"What are we supposed to write about?" they say.
Deep down they know.
Yes, they know.

Across the way,
an irritated women posts a blog.
Mainly for the fact that the children,
the older children,
on whom she relied on to post,
hadn't posted at all.

And so,
this poem,
this creative poem,
on a creative writing blog,
on this very day,
is in honor of the young minds,
and the irritated woman,
of the honors english class.

May you always care about the class.

Well, where is it????

Let's get to creating! For crying out loud. Do I have to do everything myself?

Ode to Rut

A hubristic eagle, graceful and majestic, spirals in a deathly dance, descending merciless on its prey.  Another day in Ms. Rutkowski's.  :)

Hi, Geniuses

I like this picture soooo much that I'm leaving it up here even though we have completely changed our mission and my initial ennui is all but gone.

Looking forward what ensues,

KR