Monthly Archives: April 2013

In Which I Make Crazy Eyes


Photo on 4-29-13 at 6.33 PMNine days until opening night of the middle school play. Zao gao.

The middle school play, incidentally, is called Broken Hearts. It’s an adaptation of three beautiful and poignant  fairy tales by Oscar Wilde. You can read them here, here, and here.

Hear, hear!


Poem of the Week # 16


Happy belated birthday, Shakespeare!

Sonnet LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Friday Found Poetry


By the seventh grade.

image-4 Text: Politics are stupid The United States is Running Ou of Resources China’s Secret Menace Foreign Washington is Just Not Listening Stupid Oil Prices War Reporters Tragic Lossimage-6 image


Text: new books you love/modern hashtag style/concept to design structure/waiting influence performance/express yourself./this is a parent-free zone.

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Text: Escaping/Passing/Ascending/Gone/World iz seriously. perfect….image-2

Text: warfare./Questions love/ Science kicks naturally in the face/the world is a domino/tipping on the brink of crisisimage-3

And last but not least…


Poem of the Week #15


The Gentle Healer

by Michael Card


The Gentle Healer came into our town today.

He touched blind eyes and the darkness left to stay.

But more than the blindness, He took their sins away.

The Gentle Healer came into our town today.


The Gentle Healer came into our town today.

He spoke one word that was all he had to say.

And the one who had died just rose up straight away.

The Gentle Healer came into our town today.


Oh, He seems like just an ordinary man

With dirty feet and rough, but gentle hands.

But the words He says are hard to understand.

And yet He seems like just an ordinary man.


The Gentle Healer, He left our town today.

I just looked around and found He’d gone away.

Some folks from town who followed Him, they say

That the Gentle Healer is The Truth, The Life, The Way.