When a student comes flying into the classroom with his arms outstretched, gyrates like a dust devil down onto his seat, and then looks back at the teacher, the way a child who’s just cleaned his room to be able to sleep over at a friend’s house, looks all doughy-eyed for approval from his mother,…
Making Sense of My Lava
I’m not sure why but I keep imagining this man made of lava rising out of the shield of my unconscious each time I try to review this past weekend for writing material I’ll use to sort of reach back for the me who’s been burned time and time again and lift him up into…
Morning with Robin
On this walk into school this morning there’s a robin standing on a NO PARKING sign, and it’s trying to be a dancing orangutan as it shimmies left and right along the metal top of it, presumably to tell me it’s got a problem with my being here. It leans forward and cocks its head…
Chris Russell 
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