This is a ridiculously stressful and exam focused time of year and the pressure to teach nothing but exam technique is high. But what about using poetry as a form of stress relief in celebration of National Poetry Month?
Blackout by wingsnboots: “The village shipwrecks anger ignited by a convent education. And now God is working in a brothel, the bastard dear God! - to die there … ruined beloved brazen and unashamedly.