The Promise of a Fresh Page
When I sit down with a fresh page,
I feel a mix of:
I never quite know what I’m going to say,
How I’m going to say it,
Who’s going to hear it,
And when it’s going to be finished.
But I do know this…
When I write on that fresh page,
I am able to:
Teach what I know,
And speak in my own voice.
There is power that comes from a blank page;
A clean slate thirsty for chalk,
A whiteboard yearning to be colored with markers,
A small booklet beckoning for a title page and an Author’s note.
The power comes from my head,
And pulses its way down to a pencil, a fountain pen, a keyboard.
First letters, then words,
Eventually paragraphs and pages,
That come together to reveal something intimate,
Something worth saying.
The promise of a fresh page.
3/23/2017 10:53:11 pm
"a clean slate thirsty for chalk"---ah, love this! great slice!
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About the Author
Brian Kissel is an Associate Professor of education at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. His focus is writing instruction. He lives in North Carolina with his wife, Hattie and three kiddos: Charlie, Ben, and Harriet.