The Inarticulate Art of Survival and CrueltyThere are foxes living at the Cypress Bay, and in the morning and evening they lounge about the school. No one ever asks them for passes....
Even the Air is My EnemySpit out into the morning from desperate slumber, it is as if I am embraced by the hot breath of a great beast. My only expectation is...
The Noise is Worse than the SilenceOnce again the beginning, yet it is later than last years' end. Time continues to puddle around my feet like treacle and holds me in...
Thought I would try writing a song...So here is a song TOTALLY written by me. I think it's ok. Check it out. Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago I was in your sights, you...
B Day January 17thThe beginning of death is birth and so the leaf spiraled one more time in it's fall from spring. That was my weekend. Freshman study...
A Day January 10Today I saved the real lives of all of my first period students from a fake emergency. Although an imaginary fire raged as ragey as my...
B Day January 9The Freshman have returned like locusts after a cleansing rain. They are here eating my soul like their counterparts eat the freshest...
A Day December 13The constant gravity has become pervasive. Each day I look upwards and watch the birds claw their way into the sky. So I claw my way...
B Day December 12I have few memories of this day. Students came and left like streaks of color seen from a bus window. I am only half awake and Freshman...
Fall means nothing to a tree already dead.Festive yellows and orange. An explosion of red to celebrate the long hibernation of the forest. How long will I stand here and watch...