After A Full Belly All Is Poetry.

Bless Me, Father, For I Have Sinned, It's Been A Minute Since My Last Confession.

After A Full Belly All Is Poetry.

I Am Teaching. Storytelling Is Teaching

The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam Of Their Piss.

In The High School Classroom You Are A Drill Sergent, A Rabbi, A Shoulder To Cry On, A Disciplinarian, A Singer, A Low-level Scholar, A Clerk, A Referee, A Clown, A Counselor, A Dress-code Enforcer, A Conductor, An Apologist, A Philosopher, A Collaborator, A Tap Dancer, A Politician, A Therapist, A Fool, A Traffic Cop, A Priest, A Mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, A Bookeeper, A Critic, A Psychologist, The Last Straw.