Home Pome

I wanted to share the poem I wrote while in Jackie Glasgow's presentation. We were given a sample poem. The stanzas began with I am statements... here is mine...

Home
I am from the tar-bubbled streets of Lake Marian,
sticky to a barefoot or bike tire.

I am from beneath the thorn tree,
puncturer of hundreds of soccer balls.

I am from down the hallway
second to last door on the end.

I am from the blue house, no
the brown house, the
eek! yellow, then
Quickly turned dark brown
Man-ufactured siding house,

The one with the black van in the driveway
telling us kids
Dad's Home.

By putting this poem up, I'm hoping to remind us of some of the techniques, and yes I like feedback.
Another technique was viewing photographs and writing about people in them.
I wrote...

The boys were forced to end their day early. Tulley had to watch the baby. We sat around bare foot and chested on the porch, while the shadows grew long. When the car pulled up through the dust, and the woman got out, Tulley began to explain that mom was down to the crick. The woman listened and then offered a coin apiece if she could take our picture. I'd give a coin-and-a-half to see that picture.

This presentation was rich with ways to explore culture through reading and writing.