The Poetry Friday Anthology Poems for the School Year with Connections to the Common Core

Cornered: 14 Stories of Bullying and Defiance


Sixteen year-old Jayson Porter wants to believe things will get better. But the harsh realities of his life never seem to change . . .
After the sudden and violent death of his father, there remains only one certainty in Keith Jamesís life: everything is going to be different now...
IN THIS GRIPPING STORY, four very different teens reveal their deepest feelings and fears during a day in which the hurts and struggles of high school escalate dangerously . . .
Fun poems about the "ups & downs" of being small!!
"His free verse is highly rhythmic and demands to be performed." (SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL)
Check out my poem "Twelve" in this very cool new compilation!
2 Author's inspired by 1 piece of art. Check out "The God of St.James and Vine."
"NOT LIKE TV" by Jaime Adoff

I have received my Master's in Ed. as well as my teacher's license for Integrated language Arts grades 7-12. I graduate from Antioch University Midwest May 19th!!

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"... an outstanding first novel" KIRKUS REVIEWS

"... A powerful, complex, skillfully written novel that even the most reluctant reader will find accessible." BOOKLIST

"With painfully immediate accounts of daily humiliations and power plays, Adoff sets a time bomb ticking . . . Readers wil be swept into this high-stakes drama of the high school underbelly."

"...Adoff pulls off a young adult page-turner with literary ease." SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL

"The Song Shoots Out of My Mouth" is a Lee Bennett Hopkins Poetry Award Honor Book for '03,
an International Reading Association(IRA) Notable Book for '03, a NY Public Library book for the teenage '03, a VOYA Poetry Pick '02, a CCB Best Book for 02',
a BWI Book Wholesalers Staff pick, a CCBC Book of the week and a cool new book.

"Each word running fast across lips
A direct line to my hips, twist and shake.
My voice another arm, another leg.
My throat the Cape Canaveral of my soul.

Song shuttle

blasting off

into deep blue

soprano sky.......

Why do
"I still LOVE YOU"
written on my palm,
fading now...
as cold front meets warm.
Pushing north from diaphragm to windpipe,
their first date my first pitch of life.
As the song:
Out of my mouth

OUt of my doubt

OUT of my self

To you......