Published in Perception, 03-04 Issue Two
This poem was one of several of its kind in this issue of the magazine; I wrote it in response to the death of a beloved teacher at our school.
I never actually had her in class, but everyone knew her anyway. She was one of the most upbeat, positive people I can think of.
Poetry, and writing in general, has a way of letting you process things. Even better than ice cream. Sometimes.
On a side note, the punctuation here is kinda weird in places. I think I might change it if I published it again.
Jedi by Knight 