As the great Boromir once said, one does not simply become an English teacher. Before this, a person must read too often and write too infrequently to satisfy them (but still find themselves satisfied by the writing). While my library helps to satisfy my itch for reading, I write far less than I should prefer. There is a very real chance that those muscles of creative wordcraft have begun to atrophy - I'm looking into whether physical therapy can help.
Regardless of the current state of my writing muscles, mine is a class that puts a premium on the development of these creative energies: we write. Often. As a result I have the benefit of getting to know my students as authors - at least as much as I get to know them as people - and I would like my students to be able to say the same for me. For this reason, I'm including here some of my own creative writing. Some (like "The Death of Juan Reyoaso") will be work that has been extensively revised and represents final product work, while others are less developed, early drafts that could become more than the explorations and experiments they are.