So, between setting up my classroom and freaking out at my roster, I got off-track with Week of Poetry. I'm going to try to do the last couple of poems this week. Meanwhile, have a belated Day 5 (though I'm not entirely happy with it):

when he asks you to staywhen he asks you to stay ( Read more... )

The Music of the Spheresyou sleep ( Read more... )

Lost Tongueswe are pixels ( Read more... )

how to be goodfirst, breathe ( Read more... )

posthuman doomthis future, full of sexiest cookies ( Read more... )