Musings by Jon Lavieri, a Providence, RI based writing and ESL teacher, on teaching, living and learning to swim in an ocean of language, and breaking the surface to gasp in the ether between living and breathing. It's about clear minded immigrants and a recalcitrant native, and how sometimes the best way to get something done is the wrong way.
The flute speaks. If I could only pass Through Damascus like the echo. Silk sleeps at her shore, Curves in cries That die before I reach them. Distance falls Like tears. (from The Flute Speaks by Mahmoud Darweesh) **** Sometimes … Continue reading →