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Alexandria M
@amoon33.bsky.social
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Mainer, HS English teacher, Maine Writing Project, all things Boston sports, top fan of: NY word games, Letterboxd, & fantasy lit
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Impeccable. Paired text with John Greens tweet and the commercial he’s referencing.
February 10, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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Beyond excited to ~officially~ unveil this new lot of books for students on Tuesday! Thank you @pennykittle.bsky.social Book Love Grant ♥️
January 19, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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Amy Kay’s “pile poem” response to a Rainbow Rowell quote: “So, what if, instead of thinking about solving our whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.”
December 28, 2024 at 3:16 PM
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I haven’t stopped thinking about Red & Blue.
December 26, 2024 at 10:16 PM
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Winter break currently reading:
December 26, 2024 at 3:26 PM
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"A letter to the five US presidents who owned slaves" by @clintsmithiii.bsky.social. Focus: genre blending, argumentation/open letters, imagery evoking emotion, complexity, structure and tone.
If you were to write an open letter to a landmark historical event AND/OR key figure(s) in history - who or what might you address? While Smith’s poem is critical in tone, yours does not have to be. You could be reflective, admirring, questioning, or condemning. The event or figure you choose should feel significant to you. Something you feel strongly about whether it is in a positive, negative, or complicated way.
December 22, 2024 at 7:21 PM
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… then sharing with eachother. Happy Holidays from our kitchen tables! 🤎
December 21, 2024 at 6:29 PM
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…writing beside and discussing her beautiful words…
December 21, 2024 at 6:27 PM
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We spent some time with Joy Harjo this December….
perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it. It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women. At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers. Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table. This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun. Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory. We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here. At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks. Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
December 21, 2024 at 6:21 PM
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Some book club snacks of the week from AP lang & AP lit
December 18, 2024 at 3:02 AM