Student. Teacher. Poet. Artist. Jig Saw. Macaroni and Cheese. Random.

I think a lot about education. A lot.

Here’s another one I’m pondering.

I love this alot!

Do you see what I did there? See! I’m funny and self-referential in that I referenced what someone else said that I reference. See?

A poet I like and respect, Bill MacMillian, posted this on facebook. So happy he did.

“Writing: a job for bullies.” David Rakof.

Irony is not just for hipsters.

Because I moonlight as an academic.

Because I moonlight as an academic.

Because I love xkcd.

Because I like laughing.

Someone has got to tell the Emperor

This made me laugh, say, “what the…,” “ha!,” “yeah,” and “preach!” several times.

Twitter-brained

As always, I’m interested in the way language (d)evolves. I’m so torn.

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So… 15 prompts in 30 days is not what I was aiming for but it is what I did. Next year, hopefully, I’ll have more. This year, however, I have a lot that I’m sorting out. A lot of poeming going on in my head and on paper and not much of am I ready to put out into the world. A lot of the prompts I almost posted or didn’t post at all were selfish prompts: they were me trying to tell me how to write the poem(s) I’m choking on. That’s boring to me; I’d rather post stuff I honestly think could kickstart something creative in someone else.

This is me not beating myself up about it.

More NaPoWriMo Goodness

I kind of love this. I will be doing this. Oh my, yes.

Stolen from EA Amato

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Inspired by David Ayllon

I guess this is the opposite of the travelling song… but not quite.

Write a poem in which:

  • You are eating a meal with a date
  • Your date is eating a salad.
  • You are eating something inedible (ex: a carburetor) or forbidden (ex: sautéed baby fingers)

Some challenges:

  • Describe your waiter.
  • What music is playing in the background? Is it a live band or a CD?
  • What do you spill on your shirt? What does the waiter suggest you do to get the stain out?