Classroom Order
Haibun Poem He approaches me, his hands raised. I stand behind my desk getting papers. He corners me. “Put your hands down.” “What?” “You heard me.” My command, spoken so softly. My eyes,...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Haibun Poem He approaches me, his hands raised. I stand behind my desk getting papers. He corners me. “Put your hands down.” “What?” “You heard me.” My command, spoken so softly. My eyes,...
