I taught my first college class yesterday, and it made me think about all the times I've ended up teaching almost accidentally, like when I stumbled into an amazing gig doing weekly creative-writing workshops for third-graders, through Writers in the Schools in Houston. One of my students, Darius, was super quiet, and he consistently turned out these lovely, clear, absurdist poems. Here are two of my favorites: this first one was prompted by the green colors in the Cy Twombly painting to the right.
The Strangest of Them All
There I lay, strangest of them all. I don’t have anything, not even a little ball. Oh, [...]