I regret that being able to simplify algebraic expressions fluently does not save my students from being shot. My hands are covered in green ink, I have four different types of assignments spread across my bed and half-sheets of notes and things that worked and things that didn’t when trying to explain developing equations from…
Tag: ink
on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)
(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…
Sharkey Speaks 