There is a loaf of white bread on the table, its shadow radiating lilac across the gingham. Adjacent to it, but not too close, is a nearly-full jar of Skippy smooth peanut butter; its aquamarine lid is a hockey puck of joy. I’d been writing about silence for a long time now. Being an English […]
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There is a loaf of white bread on the table, its shadow radiating lilac across the gingham. Adjacent to it, but not too close, is a nearly-full jar of Skippy smooth peanut butter; its aquamarine lid is a hockey puck of joy. I’d been writing about silence for a long time now. Being an English […]
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Multitasked and dressed in black You scramble over treetops Carrying a bag, a bag marked spag You’re the best teacher in the world Inspectors relax Ofsted is complacent Adjacent to the gym, with a spreadsheet of pearls Is the best teacher in the world Watch your legend grow The treetops are for dreamers You strike […]
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Multitasked and dressed in black You scramble over treetops Carrying a bag, a bag marked spag You’re the best teacher in the world Inspectors relax Ofsted is complacent Adjacent to the gym, with a spreadsheet of pearls Is the best teacher in the world Watch your legend grow The treetops are for dreamers You strike … Continue reading “You’re the best teacher in the world”
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There are seven robots on Mars. I don’t know what they talk about (if indeed they talk at all), but I’ll warrant that they have an opinion on what I should be doing in my classroom. I imagine they fart binary at one another, spending most of their time traversing rocky plains. I imagine them […]
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There are seven robots on Mars. I don’t know what they talk about (if indeed they talk at all), but I’ll warrant that they have an opinion on what I should be doing in my classroom. I imagine they fart binary at one another, spending most of their time traversing rocky plains. I imagine them … Continue reading “Seven Robots”
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It was around the time of Westland-Lynx or ‘Have you seen Sid?’ or it could have been the age of Mr Blobby for all I care, but whatever it was, it registered in my marrow and can be found there now like a vast layer of compacted bones in my fossil record. It was John … Continue reading “Time & Motion”
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