Haiku's by Lesli

Sickness

Each day I hack and
Cough and snuffle the mucus
In my nose and throat


Cowboys

Chaps and hats, tight jeans
Riding broncos and bucking
Bulls. They are real men.


Sunset

She bows gracefully
At the end of the evening,
Welcoming the night.


Summit

Crowded halls. Strutting
Students mark territory
Like male dogs in heat.


Photography

Click of the shutter
Shift of the lens – focusing.
Artistic beauty.


Shoes

Patent leather with
Four inch heels raising me up
To over six feet.


The Ring

It has a wide band
With a single solitaire
One caret diamond.


Bills

They come every day
Except on Sundays and I
Let them pile on up.


Madness

Padded walls inside
My head, blocking the daylight
Of my clear thinking.


Happiness Is

Being my own boss.
Walking my own street. Going
Down my own pathways.

Poem: Letters to Prison

Letters to Prison

I don’t want to write you.
I don’t know what to say.
You’re a loser.
I’m so disappointed in you.

I can’t write that.

What he wants to hear is:
I believe in you.
Which I don’t.
Everything will be fine.
Which it won’t.

You will never be okay.
How can I write that?
I can’t, so I won’t.

Sometimes we want to hear the lies.
Sometimes we don’t want the truth.

So, I’ll write:

Dear Jesse,

I don’t know what to say.

~Lesli

But, that is still a lie.

Welcome!

Welcome to our classroom blog. On this blog we will post our writing almost every week. This will give you the opportunity to have your writing published for your classmates, family, friends, proctors, trackers, case managers, judges, Summit Staff (in reality the whole world) to see. You will also be able to comment on your fellow classmates' writing.

My goal is that in the time you are in my class, you will develop your writing skills and perfect your Ideas, Organization, Voice, Word Choice, Sentence Fluency, and Conventions. By publishing your work and reading others' work, I have no doubt that your writing will improve. But most importantly, you will have an outlet in which your voice may be heard.