Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
July 10, 2013
Poetry is a way to express feelings.
Poetry rhymes, it’s for girls, it’s boring.
It’s too hard!
Writing poetry is not part of the new standards, no can do.
I like reading poetry, but I’m no poet.
Poetry is something we do after the testing, so can you
March 24, 2013
Is artistic talent inborn or can we cultivate it? I have always of an artist as one who
envisions what wasn’t there before and, through knowledge and experience, makes
it happen. In an article I wrote years
ago, The Poet as Patriot (Journal of Children’s Literature, v23 n2 p42-46 Fall
1997),
February 9, 2013
I first met Principal Seamus Marriott and his wife
Theresa in Wisconsin at a Walloon Institute and later traveled to work at his school
in Shanghai, then in Cairo, and most recently in Balikpapan. Not only did he
invite us to great locations, he helped us plan side trips, introduced into
other schools,
February 6, 2013
Ever look out at the sliders, swingers and tag players on a
lively playground and think, what a bunch
of monkeys?
At the International School of Rumbai, playground monkeys
are not just metaphorical. The school’s
campus, carved from the jungle by an oil company (now
February 3, 2013
Coming around again to something brand new is traveling to a
foreign port and being met by familiar faces.
Didn’t we meet before in Seoul?
Didn’t we have dinner in Kota Kinabalu? I remember you from Cairo!
Michael and I
January 6, 2013
When Michael Salinger and I were teaching in Morocco, we were introduced to a new fashion trend. Teen girls were wearing the shortest of short shorts over tights and patterned stockings. They obviously had studied the student handbook, which probably said “no bare legs up to your bum” or some such language, and
January 1, 2013
I recently wrote on a friend’s Facebook wall, joking about emotional displays in public, that I had thrown up while watching Bonnie and Clyde. True story, no flu symptoms.
I have no trouble suspending disbelief in a movie. If someone sets a table for tea, I
November 11, 2012
War is the Fiercest Art
The Luc
Bat poet knew
His country broke in two, therefore
He had to go to war.
His wife and child, heartsore,
waved bye.
The poet dared not cry.
He needed a clear eye to spill
Blood, strangers he must kill
October 14, 2012
I received this email from a teacher I have corresponded with in Pakistan, who is looking to create the “the longest and most colourful card in the world’s history” for injured student activist Malala Yousufzai. Will you please help her reach her goal and have students email their artwork to her by October
September 22, 2012
I began by writing poems for my kids, envisioning a single collection for all ages, to be read by families, preferably fireside.
I have no idea where this fantasy originated since as a single parent, after I was done working overtime to make ends meet, after the kids’ play practices