I will not lay down my burden.I will not cry 'til we reach the setting sun.Two moons ago my baby breathed his last,And the cold has seeped into his bones.He…
Goodnight, my friends; it's time to part.I wish that I could say,"We'll meet again on some bright shoreBefore the end of days."Alas, but we can never knowWhat fate may have…
Originally published March 18, 1997, in The Reidsville Review, Reidsville, NC. For nearly 35 years, Ken Gammons' life has centered around cookware—not just your ordinary pots and pans, mind you,…
Originally published November 27, 1996, in The Reidsville Review, Reidsville, NC. She used to love to dance."I'd go to dances and me and the boy would get out on the…
Originally published October 16, 1996, in The Reidsville Review, Reidsville, NC. There's just something about this time of year. One morning, usually sometime between late September and mid-October, I know…
I wrote the paper below on the following prompt: "You have been asked to address a meeting of school administrators and community politicians on the subject of needed reforms of literacy curricula and instruction to meet Common Core mandates. Provide an overview of how your audience should view educational research as a source to inform such work. Address questions such as 'Does the research in literacy education have all the answers we need to revise our practices, and if not, why?'"
I sat staring through the window: The cars and trucks raced past,beyond the still, familiar, near: the bush, the trees, the grass.Just then, I saw a butterfly that made me…
Branch out, stretch and grow.But don’t forget where your roots are.They’re heavy at first, those roots,holding you back, weighing you downwhen you’re thin and wispy,when you just want to soar.One…
One cool autumn evening when the leaves are so crisp they crunch, the smoke tickles your nostrils, and pumpkins dot the doorsteps, you stand first in line to ride. Up…