May 2
This morning the theater
window opened with a new geese family and four fresh goslings on the backside
of the cell block. I had my poetry class today and did silent writing for most
of the class. It has been twelve weeks since I ran my poetry class. A free poet
came in and did a twelve week pilot program on a grant from William James
Association to show how positive Arts In Corrections can be if allowed back
inside California prisons. It went well. After silent writing I had my students
read their poems. However, it has been a frustrating day. Sometimes it feels
like I have very high highs and very low lows, only moments apart. I get edgy
and verbally mean or silent and don't answer even when spoken to. Yes, I know
that is rude. I don't like being that way, but sometimes feelings of darkness
are so thick and sad, I must go silent, and in that silence, I get away for a
moment.
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