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Mid January three something indecent deity
There are ghosts in every corner Tapping holes into their faces with their Broken fingernails This is a place where when the stars come down They change their course and keep The sideways dark Look out the light Will make you blind And the holes keep growing bigger The skin around the edges chapped and…
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Have A Very Goopy Christmas, Take Two
I posted yesterday about my new blog, Math Makes Me Poop, but apparently I was still suffering from Almost-Christmas-Break Teacher Brain and the link I tried to post didn’t actually work. So let’s try this again: here’s a post from the new blog. I hope you like it. Have a Very Goopy Christmas | Math…
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Kids are Weird, Man.
Edit: Now with a real, live, working link to the new blog! Sorry about that. Some of you might know that when I’m not writing, I’m teaching. This year, I’m working with a brilliant, hilarious, adorable kid I call Little G, and I’ve created a new blog to chronicle some of our adventures. We do…
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Hypo
We are Pavlov’s dogs gas on gas off red light green light go television gunshots OUTRAGE new shoes BUY captive audience techno illogical warfare brown is the new black, haven’t you heard? your God is ugly and your mama dresses you funny go back where you belong if you can find it crash-test dummies, toys…
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Shaded.
In that final hour, before the stars set themselves against the charcoal sky, there is a shroud up on the mountain smoke and fog, the gravel path the only way in or out shaded pink by the last, sad efforts of the sun to stand her ground Before coyote songs and the stuttering of owls…
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Happy Holidays (Operative Word: Happy.)
When someone chooses to use their words to share a message of joy with you and you take offense to the words rather than appreciating the message, when you slap away a hand held out in friendship because of a minor linguistic difference, you are the offensive thing.