I am an artist who takes great pleasure in my day job as an elementary school Visual Arts teacher. I love my kids and they love Art. After 19 years of teaching, many of my former students have grown up and are now my friends on Facebook! Many of them are working
+ more bio informationFor Thomas When we were both pretty young, You smiled at me in the grocery store parking lot. You asked me if I needed help carrying my bags out to the car. You put them in my trunk for me, then turned and said, "God bless you." I gave you a sandwich, or a five, hoping you'd use it for food. And watched you wave as I drove ... More..
I Remember Summertime I remember Day trips to the North shore of Long Island, Cedar Beach, strewn with gray stones that bruised the bottoms of our feet, Gently lapping mini-waves that moved in ripples across the rocks, Threatening to inundate our blanket, When we weren't looking. I remember children's laughter, mellowed by... More..
Autumn Leaves Fiery flames of red and orange Lit by late year sunshine's golden afterglow Set against a backdrop of harvest bounty- Fields of apple garnished trees, and pumpkin studded vines, And the lush, round globes hanging like holiday ornaments in over ripened vineyards. A Faery world of courtly opulence, The frenzied... More..
Jesus You walk through my mind without leaving any footprints, No grime of judgmental ire to mark my psychic pathways, No dust of ancient precepts to blur with tears the eyes of my soul, Only the awareness of your gentle, healing passing. Jesus Your followers scream do this, do that, earn this, change that, Refusing to accep... More..
The Answer to Her Prayers How many years she'd waited and never once complained; Her heart's desire had always been a never ending flame Of love, desire and happiness to come and claim her life, A partner warm and true and pure who'd take her as his wife. The years passed by so swiftly, as waiting eyes grew dim, Her limbs,... More..
Remy, sweet dog, why did you have to go? I am crying... I wonder, will these tears never end? I hear his happy bark, a phantom voice in the silence of my empty house... I see his leash, and toys and empty bowls... I want him to be here, to hide my sneakers from me once again... I am crying. I pretend that I am strong as I... More..
The Fast Food JiveMy Arteries are popping,But I ain't stopping!I want that Big Mac,I got a Big Mac attack!Greasy french fries,make me close my eyes,And dream of thick shakesTill my heart starts to quake.I know it will kill me,But give me more chili,And help me satisfyMy urge for deep fry.Give me Pizza, lots of cheeseWith my P... More..
Can anyone recover after the death of a pet? I'm not sure, but I hope so. All I know is that when I walk through the door after work, there is no frantically happy bark, no overjoyed pup dancing around with my husband's size thirteen shoe gripped between his teeth, no crazy pit bull careening off the back of my couch and lea... More..
Together Forever Together, forever, two hearts joined as one, Two lives are united, a new life begun. A man leaves his parents, a woman her home, The two travel onward together, and they become one. Together, forever, facing all life's cares, Tasting its pleasures too, love and hope to share. God has commanded that a... More..
PessimismA new place-frightening, yet exciting,limitless possibilitiescouched in the possibility of unknown dangers.A new idea-intriguing, yet disturbing,a possible solutionobstructed by other solutions that are more customary.A new face-attractive, yet alarming,the hope of friendshiphidden behind a wall of our own fears and ... More..
Janet Huderski
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