But teaching in prison is different somehow than other teaching of poetry. The guys who take the poetry class in prison realize they will learn as much from one another as they will from us. The community is so energetic and encouraging and thoughtful... Yeah. I like it. I like the deer in the parking lot, too. (Last night, I thought I saw a badger! But it was a cat. Wishful thinking, I guess.)
Anyway, to the point-- yesterday we talked about epistolary poems and many of their poems referenced "kites." At first, I was thinking "Hey, cool metaphor." Then, when it came up again, I was like, "Hey... kites? That's what that last guy said!" I asked about it, and it turns out kites are prison lingo for letters. Who knew? (Well, I'm sure lots of people did.) I also learned about moon time and (not first-hand) how acid is ingested with sugar cubes (the drug kind, not just any garden variety). All-in-all, an eventful week.
Wait. It's Tuesday? On to Wednesday! (Insert picture of me running with a flag into Wednesday.)
(In other news, my last day of my new job is on Friday, and my new-new job will start on Monday. Eek! So much change, so little time!)