When I got to the prison on Monday night for my poetry class, my students had a little surprise for me: a birthday card they'd commissioned from the "card man." You see, prisons are like little villages--there's someone who does everything! One of my students is the "laundry man," which means he goes around and picks up guys' dirty clothes, hand washes them, hangs them to dry, and then returns them. Of course the prison has a laundry system, but evidently it isn't regular enough; thus the need for the "laundry man." Ha. In any case, they hit up the card man for this:
"I asked him to draw a motorcycle, but he didn't know how."
"You can't critique the poem on the inside of your card!"
Originally from Georgia, I'm a high school teacher and San Francisco transplant who is passionate about teaching, poetry, prison reform & education, strong coffee, good wine, beautiful beaches, writing letters, hot football players, jetsetting, deep friendships, creative writing, fashioning an engaging, social justice curriculum, and shoes!