My Cardboard Balcony

Welp. I turned in my PACT. I organized a Dapper Day at my private school. The baseball season's started, and my number one team (Go, Giants!) is now leading in their division after a walk-off win tonight against the Dodgers. I'd say this was a productive week. Apart from that, I'm just gonna leave you with some weird poetic smatterings I wrote in an English class I ran for a student of mine. We listened to instrumental music and wrote whatever came to our heads. I'm a firm believer of working along with the student rather than merely observing them work. So here's my lingual offering: Reaction to “Lionheart” by Emancipator Her neck elongates – The feathers blossom into a royal plume, a swan’s corsage, a wiling rose before a final dance. See the fat man playing the pipes on the street corner. His face is black like the heels of your boots. His eyes are rimmed pink like your bruised slippers. You cannot dance – but God knows you try. I

It's The Thought That Counts by Belinda Roddie Someone bought me a pink cupcake today. I'm diabetic. Fuck.

"I am not the chosen one!" she screeched from atop her obsidian throne. "I am not here to save your race or people or planet from your own self-destructive ways!" But they continued building the funeral pyre, their face red and gold from the paint, yet also pale from the moonlight. She gripped the armrests of the stone chair so hard that she cut her palms. The smell of her blood attracted the demons flying overhead.