My Math Brain Fell Apart

My math brain fell apart again and now I can’t be sure, whether nine is more than ten ‘cause nine is spelled with four, and ten is spelled with three, and three is spelled with five, and five is spelled with four again, which shows how I arrive at thinking nine’s the same as five,... Continue Reading →


I Call this Poem!

You can’t have this poem. I called it first. Shotgun. No do-overs. Can’t be reversed. It’s mine—finders keepers. It’s mine—pinky swear. It’s mine—losers weepers. Sorry. Life isn’t fair. I thought it first. I went and picked it. You sure you still want it? That’s why I licked it. -M.M.  

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