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Poetic License-Daniel Kurland
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Poetic License: A search for what it means to be an educator, rough sketches of a reflective practitioner
Poetic License: A search for what it means to be an educator, rough sketches of a reflective practitioner

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The King of Second Chances
The King of Second Chances January 21, 2017 To the King of Second Chances a loss is just a loss, a
lesson to be learned, not a reason to be blue. If a lesson’s learned, the pain becomes a sting, another way
for you to remember not to do that thing. Mistakes...

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Lost echoes of a baby boom ...
Dreams were made of nights like these: stale tobacco blowing in the breeze, beer spills left from the night before, giggling faces flowing out the door, cigarettes, whiskey, and wild crazy women through the purple haze ever dancing and singing -- singing "S...

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November Morning
Gold punctuates dawn. Bird bursts in celebration no Ragnarok song. Detritus pools gold. The bite of winter’s herald blasts  two minds at war. Pace punctuation: 4 dog trudges, 2 human, breeds conversation. Crimson spectrum bleeds pastel blues, brightening mo...

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Happy Birthday Mom
80 cranes for mom. 7 burned a memory Garden her response.

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I tend to distrust politicians, but ...
Although I have a distrust of politicians, the political process requires somebody to work the democratic process, and if completely unattended to, and everybody disengages completely, those who care little about justice take the reins. The emergence of a r...

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Fungus
Fungus feeds the log -- Feeds the worms which feed the trees swaying in the breeze.

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Full Moon
F ull moon through the clouds Cacaphony of night sounds Life hums, engines roar.

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Another Dogwalk at Green Springs Gardens
Flowers kiss the rain. Drizzle dots sherbet colors. Rain patters thirst. A conversation I had with the father of an 11 year old girl with a learning disability keeps looping, dogging me, In another loop, in choral response, I keep hearing Les Brown reading ...
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