The uses of bite

The bite of cold

The bite of teeth

The bite of an insect

The bite of the jaw

The bite of a screw in timber

To bite in response to something someone said

To bite at a hook

To eat a bite

To bite someone’s head off

To bite the dust

To bite the bullet

So many uses for such a little word.

via Daily Prompt: Bite

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The things students say and a teacher’s response

Okay so technically this is not a story, but it’s the end of the school year in Australia and I’m end of year tired.  Thus things students say and how I would like to respond.

Things students say and how this teacher responds

 

The Faceless School

In every school there are always people who get forgotten by students, parents and sometimes even other staff.  These are all the staff that do not have consistent contact with students, yet without them the school would not run.  Enjoy your poem people.

The Faceless School

My name is Keegan …7

Keegan, his life allegedly a lie,  has been running for a long time and it’s all starting to catch up with him.  Does he go with Paw man and his boss or does he keep running, refusing to admit that their story might have some truth to it.

My name is Keegan 7

This time, I came up with the starter sentence.  Feel free to leave a starting sentence in the comments section for the next installment. 🙂

Clutching at straws

This is about how sometimes we hold on for too long.

Clutching at straws

via Daily Prompt: Clutch

It must have been the Gremlins

A conversation (one sided) between a child and his/her mother.  This was a fun poem to write so I hope you enjoy.

It must have been the Gremlins

 

via Daily Prompt: Gremlins

 

 

Daily Prompt: Nest

Magpie

Magpie

A poem about the hazzards of nesting season in Australia.

via Daily Prompt: Nest

Who Morns

The conflict when a major national/international disaster strikes at the same time as a loved one is dying.  My sister was terminally ill when MH17 got shot down over the Ukraine.  It was a very difficult time, because I wanted to be wrapped up in my own world, but the wider world had other reasons that were equally devasting to many more people and families.

Who Morns

My name is Keegan 6

Welcome to “My name is Keegan”…6.  Sorry for the long delay, ocasionally life gets in the road of writing.

So far, Keegan, a teenager all alone, has been chased by metamorphising humans and they have told him they have also protected him from harm.  So what happens when Keegan decides he’s got to get out and away from them.

Read on

My name is Keegan …6

for the story so far

My name is Keegan – Prologue

As always, feel free to provide the next sentence starter in the comments secion.

Lillian

My grandmother was an amazing woman who died many years ago.  She was my first experience as an adult (and new mother) of dementia and visiting someone in a nursing home.  She did not have a clue who I was.  On a good day she would call me my father’s name (I favour his side of the family) but she alway, always wanted to hold her great grand son.  I am not sure who she thought he was, because my father only had daughters.  This is a poem I wrote after the nursing home staff cut her amazing long hair and changed my grandmother into someone else.  (She had never had short hair)

Lillian

What about the teachers?

maths teacher

I work with and have worked with some of the most amazing people I have ever met as a teacher.  I love the dedication and passion they have for their jobs and I admire the ones who have a good work life balance as much as I admire the ones who gave too much.  And just to acknowledge – it takes much more than just teachers to make a school – I’ll write something about what amazing things you do one day soon.

What about the teachers

First days of teaching

This is a reflection of some of the stupid things I did as an innocent teacher who had no idea about the backgrounds of the students I was about to teach.  I learnt so much, mostly about how amazingly lucky I was.    Enjoy and feel free to chuckle.

First days of teaching