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I saw this poem online and thought you guys might find it interesting. Let me know what you think.

Mike Keith’s “A Scrabble-Tile Poem” is 6 verses of iambic pentameter. Each verse is all the pieces from Scrabble…

The Final Days

WEEK FIFTEEN
T – 4/27
• Readings: Eric Fackrell and Kevin Conrad and Megan Marturello
• "Ars Poetica" poem due, bring copies.
R – 4/ 29
• Readings: Rick Telsrow and Samuel Jelinek
• All poems, plus two revised poems, marked as "revised," on blog
• Copies of one revised poem and original brought to class.


WEEK SIXTEEN
Final
• Readings: Matthew Hurley and Cory Skeers
• Chapbooks Due, with cover

End-of-Semester Schedule

WEEK THIRTEEN
T – 4/13
• Readings: Hannah Walleser and Rachel Pratt
• Write “shadow” poem [PP]
• Read: Poet’s Companion: ”The Shadow”
• Read: Harjo: She Had Some Horses
• Write: Harjo poem [PP]
r – 4/15
• Readings: Alissa Griffith and Michael Schneider and James Galvan
• Read: Poet’s Companion: ”Witnessing”
• Write “witnessing” or Harjo poem [PP]

WEEK FOURTEEN
T – 4/20
• Readings: Leah Baugh and Sean Roper
• Write “place” or Harjo poem [PP]
• Read: Poet’s Companion: ”Poetry of Place”
R – 4/22
• Write: Three-Page Critical Response to Harjo [CR]

WEEK FIFTEEN
T – 4/27
• Readings: Eric Fackrell and Kevin Conrad and Megan Marturello
• Revised poem and original
R – 4/ 29
• Readings: Rick Telsrow and Samuel Jelinek
• Poetry Portfolio due, including three revised poems.

WEEK SIXTEEN
Final
• Readings: Matthew Hurley and Cory Skeers
• Chapbooks Due, with cover

Disc Golf With Jesus

By Jase Rohde

I know you've been asked
If you could hang out with one person
Who would it be?
They don't have to be alive
Who would it be?

I'd pick Jesus, wouldn't you?
Even if you don't believe he was the Messiah
He'd be sweet to hang out with
Grab a beer, watch the game
Maybe hit up the disc golf course
later on?

Sure, he'd win
He'd bust out some sweet hole-in-one
on a par five

And his disc would inevitably go in the water
just so he could show off his walking on water skills

But it'd still be cool, right?
I hear he was a nice guy

Think about it
You could ask him about the resurrection
While curving your disc around that tree
on hole seven

Or on that long par three
you could ask him how he did
that whole feeding the five thousand thing

Maybe it's just me
But I would love to play disc golf with Jesus
Wouldn't you?

In Your Wake

The strings in your shoes,
Fray, leaving pieces in the
Grass, small threads of you.

No Title

Why did you ask me to remember my mistakes
But taught me to forgive mistakes of others?

And in the world

Where dignity is no longer taking place

And kids are being raised without mothers

We still have faith in you

We pray to you at bedtime

We ask you for forgiveness

Hope you will

Because we all get jealous still

And still get mad without reasons

We still get scared

Cry until the makeup’s smeared

You know, I hope it’s just a sudden change of seasons
That’s why I feel today a little weird

- Maria Rathje

Brenda Jones Poem

Rick Telsrow
Brenda Jones Poem
I can offer no comfort
as those who embrace me tightly
kneel in the dirt. They feed
the earth with their tears,
as their soft skin touches
a rough, red world.

I choke with the bareness
of vibrant colors. The disguise
has worn off and there is
a rocky dusting on life
in the sun.

The computation stands before me
with no gap in its thickness. I wish
I had a tool, something made
of iron or steel,
that would help me carve
through the rock
and grab the rotting carcass
and throw it in the salt.