Pigeon English, my two cents

Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman There’s been a bit of fuss over this book.  I love distinct voices and the Ghanian-Brit argot of a pre-teen sounded like something more to love.  Game on. There are few books I start and do not finish.  I feel an almost moral obligation to not Read more…

One way I teach

Daring Greatly by Brene Brown 8 min @ the desk   Bribery.  I’m not proud of it.   He’s playing with the orange pencil covered in brown basketballs.  He’s not doing tricks or anything, just twirling it and staring at it as it moves between his six-i’m-going-to-be-seven-next-week fingers.  Five sentences.  He’s Read more…

That is no country for old men.

W.B. YeatsThe Oxford Dictionary of Quotations 8 min @ the rooster cafe His cheeks were red and chapped from too much sun. The satin red shirt was an unfortunate wardrobe choice. But Saturdays were for romance and romance was best performed in red. Anders’ grandfather had been a great heartthrob Read more…

over the hump of 6.20.12

A psychic goodbye by B.H. Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go. The night is long. Night passes through the day/ To night once more Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before. A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to Read more…