Jungle Gym

I am sitting at my desk in the open spaced classroom. None of us can concentrate on the current task. We watch the minute hand tick-tock. The room fills with the chorus of bouncing pencil erasers, the tap-tap-tapping of feet against the linoleum floor and fingers drumming against polished wooden desk tops. Once the minute … Continue reading Jungle Gym

To soar on a paper air plane... As I folded up the pain white paper I wondered what it would be like. If I were small enough to sit right on the edge as it took flight, catching in the wind. How my scarf might dance behind me as the brisk air brushed against my … Continue reading