Fresh Men

Have I explained before the deep and broken love I have with teaching?

I'd rather pluck hens than correct these some 133 essays on myth/ology but fuck if these essays don't pay the bills and leave so much more time for shoes and feet and drinks and good bread and TiVo and soap and books - a selection of poetry recommended by a friend and then overnighted by Amazon (Molly points finger -- You. Here. Now.).

So tonight all the children are getting left behind, G.W. , and I'm going face first into some Cummins or maybe some Auden.