Like this sometimes

Skinny legs on thick sweater boy

The misshapen, misinformed, deformed life form rolling on the morbid loam looking for home.

Needing protection. A rusty tragic wagon seeking the scaled beast to be his trusty magic dragon.

Hungry. Waggle noodle arms reach for the backpack packed full of Lucky Charms--these marshmallow bites seem to be his only rations.

No narrative evident, no plot to intuit, just skinny legs on thick sweater boy with a red balloon until he blew it.

Scribbles on paper so its obviously fake, nobody takes a stake in a life that's play for play's sake.
You're you for as long as you can stay awake but after that
then what difference do these words make?
Pulpy-lumpy grumpy boy with bumps in his sweater like he smuggles puppies to avoid

lonely stretches like his lips pulled broad and trembling ,

whispered mumbling speech lost beneath the sound of his stomach grumbling

wishing he could be crushed by tumbling fruit that now sends the ground rumbling.

Flower: One who flows.

Read me!
Read me! Read me in many lights and tones. Redbluegreenyellowpurpleredbluegreenyellowpurple.
Read me ways upside down fantastic and too bright too dark!
Read me grey and slow with strain and spittle.

Read me lazy slurring slipping loud and waving.

This melting wax of text explodes in crystal shards

that pierce your eyes and stick in your lobes like

dum dumb dur dum burn dum.

Free up the solar system and read me like hidden planets.
This change is strange and rattles on ribs beneath the skin.

I absorb you. I contain you. This move is for grooves unknown whistles and claps.

Read me awash in words and sounds and hungry branches and roots
because that is what I am. 

Outside in Fall

The sun is bright.

The shade is cool.

The wind has changed and imbued with smells.

And if you fall

into a pile of dead leaves and beneath

the crunch of color is no ground

to catch you

and 

this

tunnel

trap

of Autumn

swallows you whole

and possesses and passes you through its twisting intestines you will be struck

by the inevitable forces upsetting the very planet itself to bring you the miracle period

of shifting shadows and warm sweaters over which we can do nothing

but breathe deep and name it

Fall.

But it escaped ANYWAY!

What i think about when i think about thoughts

This.

All of Today

Kids Today

Fall Today

The air is made of Fall today. I can feel it and smell it in everything. It is a good thing to know.

My classroom layout

1- Teacher Desk (elevated 6 feet above floor)
2- Safety Laser
3- Where the good kids sit
4- window (facing brick wall)
5- sarlacc pit
6- Tower of Irrevocable Discipline
7- whiteboard
8- door

Howd Bowtit

Climbing Sliming

According to the Virginia Standards of Learning, a requirement of all 9th grade English students is to deliver an oral presentation both individually and in small groups.

What kind of activity would I devise to help my students meet this requirement?

Simple. The project would be problem-based. A mysterious life-form has infiltrated the school and is licking the stairs on a nightly basis.

It will be job of my elite task force of students to investigate probable mythological creatures and folklore explanations, the properties of saliva, examine and update the school policy to account for saliva-drenched stairs, and...um...figure out how to catch the dang creature using at least three security measures.

They'll totally go for it.

Dilly Poad

Wooty!

Ruba dub a dub. The toilet needs a scrub.

The Strange in the Plain