I’ve been so busy writing a syllabus and planning my English Composition course that I didn’t have much time yesterday to write a poem. It was one of those days when I wrote the poem in my mind. At the post office I stood at a table, quickly sketched out a draft, and then copied it onto the postcard. Signed, sealed and delivered in ten minutes.
My desk, with today’s card and my journal on top of my laptop.
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Love this photo. It’s almost a poem itself.
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it’s a beautiful work space!
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This is beautiful, Christine. I read what you said about being busy, but I still find my fingers searching for a link to read it…ha! I agree with Collin about the picture being a poem in itself.
Are you teaching freshman comp? They were my favorite students. I’m so excited for all the new doors that are opening for you. Best wishes for a wonderful semester!!
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Great view.
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I’m so behind on my poetry postcard project because of daily life and my child readying for school. Your writing space is nice. Hope all your ventures turn out as expected. Have a great day.
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