Collective Unrest

 

Work Walk Run

October 24, 2018

Introduction:

I teach English to refugees from Laos, Cambodia, Bhutan, Afghanistan, Iraq, Congo and Syria. Verb Practice: Work, Walk Run is part of a series of vignettes, prose poems, essays and sketches called “Mysteries of English Class.” They draw from stories by my students, and reflections on the strange and haunting realm of English classrooms filled with people expelled from their countries, or fleeing one form or another of state terror. 

Work Walk Run by Gregg Williard

 

Gregg Williard is a writer, artist and teacher. His work has been published, most recently, in Muse/A, Rathalla Review, Riddled With Arrows, Storgy, X-Ray and Slag Review. He teaches ESL to refugees at the non-profit Literacy Network in Madison, Wisconsin.

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