Schooled: My Space

I sit in a chair of ergonomic dimensions,

Looking at plans made and calendars set.

I feel the desk around me curve and look out my office window.

All of this smells new,

A new adventure,

A new beginning,

-M.E. InkOwl

Schooled: Monday Training’s Confession

“So what do you do in your spare time,” the new teacher trainer asks me.

Oh no, don’t screw this up. I think, thoughts racing through my mind.

I’m a father, a husband, I like to garden, to be out side and in the sun, I love to talk to people and hear their stories. I work with cancer patients, I’m obsessed with healthcare, the human body, anatomy, physiology, biology. I love binge watching things, I can talk movies for days without stopping. I make up stories for people I’ve just met. I people watch just to make stories up. I day dream about teaching, story-telling, space, dinosaurs. I’m an avid dinosaur enthusiast, wish I could be a paleontologist, anthropologist, archaeologist. I love to learn, I love to read I . . .

Suddenly the room is dead silent and I realize I’m still staring at the question hanging in the now quiet room.

“Oh, um . . .” I say with a pause.

“I’m . . . I’m a writer, I write at night,” I said, joy burning in my heart while blinking fear from my eyes.

-M. E. InkOwl

Schooled: Rise


The mountain before me reaches too high.

Disappearing into gray swirling clouds.

The enormity of this task,

The responsibility upon my shoulders,

I should balk at the idea.

There’s plenty of exits along this path.

But my heart drives me on.

-M.E. InkOwl

The Hue Runner

“Upon each of your crowns will be placed this marking, a symbol of hope,” called the Hue Master dressed in his dusted whites, “a reminder of the rules we are all bound to-“

“More like enslaved to,” muttered Rannock in my ear. His disgust carefully hidden beneath a penitent brow.

“Quiet,” I murmured, “they’ll hear.”

We shifted there, upon the cracked cement, a group of hopefuls. Having passed the test of colours we were ready. Ready for the greatest sacrifice.

“To be a Hue Runner is to lay down your life,” the Hue Master continued to wheeze, spreading out hands over the gathered crowd.

With a flourish of robes and cracked hands he bid us turn round.

“Behold! Citizens of Raven’s Point! The rising force, the dawning light! Here, behold, the future Hue Runners!”

-M.E. InkOwl

Schooled: Hope

Minds at work shining bright,

Fighting to receive wondrous sight.

Thunders the heart, shakes the mind.

A silent prayer whispers in my hands,

Please, please let me teach this right.

-M.E. InkOwl

Schooled: Thrive


“Why would you ever do that?”

“Don’t you make like no money?”

“Sounds stressful.”

“I’d die.”

“I can’t believe you’d choose that.”

Guess I’ll just thrive.

-M.E. InkOwl