I forget why I even wanted to call this poem “The Teacher’s Vibe.” . But I feel the world.  . I feel its pain.  . And I used to want to be a teacher.  . Once, again, I turn my head, And observe The  . Splendor of the world.  . I’m constantly teetering between life […]

Something about the maniacal extremes Of the seasons, the opaque darkness Of night and the intense Bloodlusting of the hunt, . Seemed to categorize this Mid-bowling-alley expanse of Metaphorical hardwood between Ohio and Chicago. . The fat people stomping angrily And playing lottery tickets motif Was strong and robust When my family moved me here […]