By Thomas Page
I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was.
Prompt #10
The poet’s sin is pride because he
believes that he is all that and
a bag of chips, as my drama
teacher used to say to boastful students
on her stage on their phones, hands
on hips as they chit the
chatted like I now to you
Academy of the Heart And Mind 