Poetry Archives - Page 31 of 94 - Katie Steedly

[The Stage is on Fire] is a page-turner in which, much like life, there are no easy answers and yet each step of the journey yields insight and hope. This work of heart must not be missed!

Melanie Faith

Creative Writing Teacher, Essayist & Poet.

Katie Steedly’s first-person piece [The Unspeakable Gift] is a riveting retelling of her participation in a National Institutes of Health study that aided her quest to come to grips with her life of living with a rare genetic disorder. Her writing is superb.

The Society of Professional Journalists

In recognition of receiving the Dateline Award for the Washingtonian Magazine essay, The Unspeakable Gift.

I thank you … It is the authenticity of your “class notes”; and it is the delicacy and skill with which you present the nuances of classroom life and the actuality of your students’ and fellow teachers’ lives.

Maxine Greene

Philosopher and Education Scholar

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Aimless Love

But my heart is always standing on its tripod,ready for the next arrow.From Billy Collins' "Aimless Love" I fall in love 1,000 times a day. Falling in love, in this context, is about paying attention, wonder, amazement, joy, curiosity, and all thi...

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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling) ...

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Love – is anterior to Life –

Love - is anterior to Life -/ Posterior - to Death -/ Initial of Creation, and/ The Exponent of Earth -Emily Dickinson What is the substance of Love in our lives? Where do we learn to Love? How do we Love, especially when Love is tested and requir...

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Masochism of the Knees

In the dream blindfold and bandage are one. Jackie Wang Sometimes I kneel. Sometimes I kneel when my heart breaks. Sometimes I kneel before a tree filled with magnolia blossoms. Sometimes I kneel in the morning awestruck at the first light of day....

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