Drenched
Globs of thick paint like rain
Collides with the acrylic on the canvas
The drops leave marks of storm clouds
Washing away the rainbow I've laid out
Bleak, Streak, no longer Neat
I lift my face to the down pour
Showering in empty droplets
Smearing the flesh colored tone of my complexion into the lasting
GREY GLOOM
Drenched in the paint palate
Void of interpretation
Nothing can be made from these clouds of thunder
But wait, the lightning electrifies the moment
Easel burning, a torch against the monotony
My uninspired work turned into grey ash
But for a moment there was a flame
Kayla Crowe Stover's Blog
What would happen if we told students to write in any form they wanted? We've all seen praises and protests over the five-paragraph essay, but Jenn challenged us to think differently about loosening the grip we have on format and allowing the students to decide what is best for their paper. By looking at how the professionals structure their essays, we were able to see the creativity that can come with organization. This demonstration not only gives teachers an approachable lesson to help studen…
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Posted on June 26, 2009 at 6:33pm —
“I am part of...”
The CSU Writing Project
Committed to building writers out of teachers
Thinking, asking, and speaking out
Through laughter and tears, we persevere
To put ourselves on the line, opening ourselves up to rejection
But being saved through praise
Not competition, but collaboration
To polish, publish, and redefine our craft
Watch out world, because we are here to challenge you to say something, anything!
Posted on June 26, 2009 at 6:23pm —