Sunday Poem: Motion

Things are clear yet hazy. The marks of dry pimples on your face, The zebra glass frames under your trimmed eyebrows, The lines of the smile on your moped lips. All that was in…

Math Teacher

The magic of numbers, the abstractions Lowest Common Multiples, the Greatest Common Factors and reasoning You say, “I will ask a question before you kick the ball up; Answer me as it…