California State University (CSU): Open Journal Systems

A man in a snowy resort hotel enjoys a cup of hot chocolate.&nbsp

Hartman, Henry

English

Grizzly Bear Lodge

Nouri, Daniella

The Uncomfortable Phone Call

Dettenmaier, Shawn

Bad Roommate

On July 12, 2023, the California State Board of Education approved the 2023 Mathematics Framework for California Public Schools. Kyndall Brown, Director of the California Mathematics Project, played a role in the development of the framework, and has long been an advocate for greater equity in school mathematics. This interview was conducted in August, 2023

Interview with Kyndall Brown on Equity and the California Mathematics Framework: Author: Matthew G. Jones

&nbsp;This issue of the Journal of the California Mathematics Project illuminates how California educators, researchers, and teacher developers are cultivating more just, humanizing, and joyful mathematics classrooms

Front-matter: Cover, Intro, Table of Contents: Editors: Robert Stein, Shandy Hauk, Matthew Jones, John Sarli, Sayonita Ghosh Hajra, Dalton Marsh, Cristina Runnalls

Urquijo-Ruiz, Rita E.

MÁS-cara: Poem

Newell, Michael

Ea rly S u m m e r  Day 
Michael Newell 
a dog s its in a breeze. smells and sounds 
float through her body, fur rippling. 
the steady sun presses eyelids shut, deepens 
the center of the valley, whole familes 
swallowed unresisting. 
overhead a bamboo kite 
rests between clouds. 
shade from my door drapes me. movement 
seems ponderous. suddenly i am sprayed 
by an unseen sprinkler. 
my hands twist slowly, water-seeking tendrils. 
my body lengthens through the yard. 
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Early Summer Day

Johnson, Ron

Woman with Hat and 
R i ngs 
Sh ield ing her from storms of comm uters, 
h id ing  eyes that stare 
i nto October drizzle, 
a l i m p  hat. 
She th i n ks, Why does i t  ra i n  
the one day I must be away? 
When the ch i ld  ahead of her 
twists around and smi les, 
she waves her ri ngs 
as if to say 
See what I have! Someday, 
you may be as l ucky as me. 
She pu l l s  the cord . When the bus 
stops, she l i m ps through the ais le, 
hands grabbing each ra i l ,  
and  the  ch i ld  sticks out  her  tongue. 
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Ron johnson 


Woman with Hat and Rings

Davidson, Susanna

For Mack and Peterb i l t  
As the midnight geese 
chortle overhead 
a congregation of 
speeding trucks 
overtakes the highway. 
The spray of rain 
lifts from their tires, 
luminescent; 
a hint of dawn in 
the misting taillights. 
Massively they slip 
in and out of timid traffic 
like ancient gods, 
the moonlight scattering 
on their backs. 
Susanna Davidson 
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For Mack and Peterbilt

Pearson, Marlene

Some Days i t  i s  Necessary to 
Change the S ky 
for Wes 
Someone has turned on a l ight. 
I do not l i ke what I see. 
I am in a place of boundaries. 
You are here. 
Some door has been locked . 
It is getting d ifficu lt to breathe 
cement wal l s/locked wi ndows. 
Marlene Pearson 
I know neither of us can stand much of th is .  
B ut sparce good byes are best i n  th is  atmosphere. 
I remember how we tal ked up on the roof 
swal lowed poems m ixed with tuna sandwiches and yogurt 
laughed at d ispers ing clouds 
ordering them another way. 
Remember the day you moved the sun? 
When jack came you stopped the wind 
and s ince he was from the m idwest 
and not had the experience 
you ordered a m i ld earthquake. 
Such gods we were. 
When it  rained and the lakes formed (where the roof top sagged) 
you s imply d id your  jesus trick and wal ked on water 
unti l it seeped through the holes in your  European shoes­
soggy rem i nder of our  mortal i ty. 
We'd find ourselves a room where we cou ld have talked a l l  n ight 
looking at our words floating out 
fragi le clouds so tame we held them in our hands 
peered i nto them l i ke a crystal bal l 
saw the dense growth from where we both had come. 
We seemed to have grown from the same seed-not bad 
but the c l i mate was al l  wrong. 
Cruel gods with thei r  threats of thu nder 
and there was too much rai n .  
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We cannot always stop the day. 
Burnt sky comes unp inched at its edges­
not good for a poet's m ind .  
Pearson/Some Days 
And what i s  that key you have i n  you r  hand? 
You say you m ust u n lock your door 
count trees of another j ungle 
go to a world where spun s i l k  weaves new skies. 
Yet you wonder about days there­
if there is not a roof 
wi l l  you be tal l  enough to reach 
the clouds with you r  fingers 
and push them back where they belong? 
Remember Jack wi l l  be there. Just tel l  h i m .  
Then watch-he's learned t o  move whole skies 
from one world to another. 
When you go 
turn off the l ight 
but leave the door open 
I need to watch you d i sappear. 
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