The rainfall in June –
the poems I’ve pasted to walls
peel off, but leave traces.
~ Basho
All photos taken with my iPhone8
©punyamishra
The rainfall in June –
the poems I’ve pasted to walls
peel off, but leave traces.
~ Basho
All photos taken with my iPhone8
©punyamishra
A few randomly selected blog posts…
Scott Graden is Superintendent of Saline Area Schools and a blogger. He recently posted about a study that indicated that texting helps students develop vocabulary skills. Though he was skeptical of the finding, I am not sure I was as surprised. He cited a news story...
I am off to the Netherlands, specifically to Twente University to talk and discuss TPACK and other interesting stuff. I have been invited by Dr. Joke Voogt, Associate Professor at the Department of Curriculum Design and Educational Innovation from the Faculty of...
REMOTE K12: The Connected Teacher Summit, was a one-day virtual summit hosted by ASU, designed for K-12 teachers and those that support and enable teachers in district public, charter and private schools. I presented a talk titled: Technology in teaching &...
A few weeks ago I had written about an email that I received from an eighth grader in Colorado. Jake, a budding poet, was interested in learning more about me in the context of some palindromic poetry I had written many years ago. I wrote back to Jake (you can see the...
Jugaad is a Hindi word which does not have a straight forward equivalent in English. I guess the closest phrase I would say would be "situational or indigenous creativity," the ability to make do creatively with the tools/resources one has at hand. On Jugadu.com I...
What does generative AI mean to me? And to us? These key questions were part of a special exhibit curated by students in the DCI 691: Education by Design course I taught this fall. Education by Design is my favorite class to teach. It is a course about design—design...
Our family has a Christmas-break tradition. Over the past 5 years or so, every winter-break, we work together a create a video new-year's card. And of course, we made one this year as well. As you can imagine, coming up with original ideas has become increasingly...
For Whom the Bell Tolls — John Donne No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine...
How might we? Three words, and a question mark. At one level it is a simple question—leaving open what it is that we might do. But at another level its openness is its strength. Because inherent within it is a call to action, a discomfort with the way things are, and...
Beautiful poem.
It reminds me one of Tagore’s poems:
I leave no trace of wings in the air,
but I am glad I have had my flight.
Your poem has a different tone though.