Not for children I. I love you, Mama. I love you, Baba. I love you, siblings. I love you, cousins. I love you, uncle and auntie. I love you, Ice. I love you, E. I love you, Wes. I love you, Z. I love you all, my friends my neighbors my colleagues my children my … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Six: 3-18-2020)
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The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Five: 3-17-2020)
Not for children Today, it’s not uncertainty, or gratitude, or anger, or faith, or sublimity. Today, it is fear. Fear licking the bones. Fear itching the teeth. Fear huddling the chest, grazing the skin. Fear the churning cyclone in your core. Fear the taste of lemon in your gag. Fear I can’t reach what’s in … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Five: 3-17-2020)
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Four: 3-16-2020)
Not for children Hail to the teachers! Happy Monday! My lesson plan for this week is to make my students laugh. That’s right, evaluators! No Content and Language, no PLC and AYP, no SRI and SAT, just ABC and 123. And don’t get your panties and jockeys all into a jumble just yet, because we’re … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Four: 3-16-2020)
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Three: 3-15-2020)
Not for children In times like these, the idiots come out to play. And we have to sit and watch them. Here’s something we’ve much forgotten in the course of our human plume: if you don’t know something, then shut the fuck up. And if you do know something, and nobody asked you, then still … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Three: 3-15-2020)
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Two: 3-14-2020)
Not for children There is a detached surrealism about these days, a zooming-in and out of a distant dream. On the surface, normalcy seems intact. The sun ascends the horizon. Oxygen flows in and out. Birds chirp and breezes dance in the trees. There are no alarms or smoke, no bombs or tanks, no screams … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Two: 3-14-2020)
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