September - 2024

Day 35. Victory.

Today I guess there were some kids in class. I gave a quiz, etc. Teacher things. However today was about me. Today was about fighting...

Day 34. Pestilence.

"Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for Thee." John Donne, 1624 The vultures sensing the feast table had been...

Day33. Tempest.

Today the sky broke open like a ripened pomegranate and the sun was briefly obscured by silver linings. In an abundance of caution we...

Day 32. Combat.

Today someone told me history was interesting. Finally. My 30 year struggle to relay my passion and belief that effect follows cause,...

Day 31. Betrayal.

I believe you can read. Perhaps it is the hope of a moth that reaches for the moon, but I believe it. And as that is the case you can...

Day 30. Comedy.

Period five burst into the classroom this morning and began to complain about the computers. Not all of the kids, but at least one. ...

Day 29. Culture.

The ocean is full of colorful fish. I admit I feel as if I am only a monkfish (look it up) amongst colorful wrasse (look them up) parrot...

Day 28. Fame.

All of the broken pieces have come together. Shattered repeatedly and taped together, again and again I metamorphize into the image...

Day 27. Art and Leisure.

In the beginning a garden grew, forbidden to us now. Each leaf a brush stroke of life and the promise of a greater love. This was the...

Day 26.

Today AP Study Hall invited their imaginary friends to class. How I belittle them. "Can my friend come to class?" "Hah", I said, in...