is scraps all we have left

I have been trapped between worlds my whole life. Born at the the cusp of the 80s, but not an 80s child enough to remember the real cartoon, the height of Hip-Hop, Michael Jackson before the molestation charges. I was born between two countries, with two languages and two passports. Growing up with enough money…

[up from slobbery]

one of my favorite poets; we all need more poetry [up from slobbery] BY HARRYETTE MULLEN up from slobbery hip hyperbole the soles of black feet beat down back streets a Yankee porkchop for your knife and fork your fill of freedom in Philmeyork never trouble rupture urban space fluctuates gentrify the infrastructure feel up…

the punK aesthetic

Originally posted on collective failure:
A while back, this guy I went to high school with began dating an (ex)friend of mine. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to assess my current self to my teenage self. You see in high school I gave a total of zero shits about social norms. I never had a…

reality check scenario

When a student comes into class and comes over to tell you that they suffered a concussion over the weekend, as a teacher, we acknowledge the information, recognize the possible harms the child has suffered, are informed that there are gradations to such an incident, and ask about ways to help. Teachers do not: role…

white people should never be the lead singer

Originally posted on collective failure:
I am going to attempt to lay-out a critical theory to collective redemption. Some weeks ago the mainstream media got ahold of some delicious mangled carcass, and like hyaenas, screamed and pulled and gnawed it apart – I refer to that Dohezal lady. Now the fact that a substantial quantity…

task lists

I am tired, I am exhausted All I do each day is cover a massive to do list: grade 80┬ánow only 60 essays email a mom whose child has decided to prove to all how smart she is by failing all her classes consider an alternative education plan for said student organize my desk make…

collective redemption (repost from the beginning)

the essence of what I am writing here I had started this blog with just my name, but it is not about me as a person, is about me as a thinking, observing participant in our world. Collective failure was going to be my first entry. And it seems like quite a depressing a notion….

what are we staying so damn healthy for

My maternal grandmother passed away a little less than a year ago, my paternal grandmother is thriving and alive and will be ninety in September. My grandfathers passed during my younger years. Being a history teacher is an oddity, I live in the lives of the past, considering the decisions, changes, impacts, meteors of that…