Thoughts
This week has prompted me to reflect in depth on this wonderful vocation which some have been prone to call teaching. I have at times referred to it fondly as “alligator wrestling” and to lessons, particularly the last lesson Friday graveyard shift, as “feeding time at the zoo.” This week a change has occurred: the alligators have multiplied unimaginably, joining forces with thrashing anacondas and...
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Short stories
It was bizarre. The problem had been solved. Or had it? Nobody knew whether this was a temporary respite, nor how long the calm would last. For months there had been an unimaginable, raging tempest. The perfect storm before this uneasy calm. Peace did now reign but it was unnerving. This establishment had lived through…How could you describe them? Unusual times. It had seen and...
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Short stories
Guest in the House or Soliloquy Confession of a Polish School Cleaner that Pigeons Once Shat on (A door slams. A woman, alone now, holds a metal bin and a black bin bag) Hello. I want to introduce myself. My name is Marta Tomesz. I in very big trouble. I work here the Remington High School since three months when I leave my home town...
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Thoughts
Flies. Lovely little things aren’t they? I love them almost as much as I adore seagulls. I’ve found that both of the little darlings hover round rubbish, although I can’t recollect ever seeing a seagull sitting on a steaming turd and enjoying the experience. Flies are lower than the lowest. They just love being around shit and puke and everything despicable that humans and animals...
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