My poetry is about as nonsensical and satirical as always. I need to cut this cynic's streak, not to imply I've been staring at the world through fiery lenses. Life's been alright. Teaching is hard, especially when the classes have thirty-plus students in them. Reality reintroduced herself in this, the first week. My knowledge of literature has had zero impact on my teaching so far, but time management and classroom management have meant everything. I'm tired and sporadically frustrated, but intent. This jazz will work out. 

Still writing that novel, slowly, but surely. Right now my primary focus is figuring this teaching stuff out and making friends. Southeast Idaho feels destitute for folks like myself at times, but I remain persistent. At the very least, I'm getting to know myself better than ever before.