Sonnet 116

Grasshopper

r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r

E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962

                                     r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
                           who
  a)s w(e loo)k
  upnowgath
                       PPEGORHRASS
                                                       eringint(o-
  aThe):l
               eA
                    !p:
S                                                                        a
                                      (r
  rIvInG                              .gRrEaPsPhOs)
                                                                         to
  rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
  ,grasshopper;

From:http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-g-r

The Red Door

The Red Door

by

Lia Goldman 

S2DE

Five Years ago, when I was thirteen, I went to London with my parents. Our B&B was in a calm part of the city called Highgate. During the long everyday trips, I looked at each door. I had to have a photo of each, just like people who collect stamps. For each one, I found a subtitle or a description: one was grass-green, the other sky-blue, or yellow like a lemon.

How to Become A Writer by Lorrie Moore

How to Become a Writer Or, Have You Earned This Cliche?

By LORRIE MOORE

First, try to be something, anything, else. A movie star/astronaut. A movie star/ missionary. A movie star/kindergarten teacher. President of the World. Fail miserably. It is best if you fail at an early age - say, 14. Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at 15 you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire. It is a pond, a cherry blossom, a wind brushing against sparrow wing leaving for mountain. Count the syllables. Show it to your mom. She is tough and practical. She has a son in Vietnam and a husband who may be having an affair. She believes in wearing brown because it hides spots. She'll look briefly at your writing then back up at you with a face blank as a doughnut. She'll say: ''How about emptying the dishwasher?'' Look away. Shove the forks in the fork drawer. 

Accidentally break one of the freebie gas station glasses. This is the required pain and suffering. This is only for starters.

Welcome back!

From: http://www.edudemic.com/comic-will-texting-replace-raising-your-hand-in-class/

Disagreement

From: http://www.andertoons.com/teacher/cartoon/4009/my-subject-and-verb-have-agreed-to-disagree

Poison Tree

Poison Tree

William Blake  (1757 - 1827)   

                            

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.