
Still a law: if you pass a mirror on the ground or in the trash, you have to take a selfie.

From October of 1997: my first formal observation in the School District of Philadelphia. Will post a picture of my room in two weeks to see if I’ve gotten any better. (See the header of the blog for my current north wall.) If I ever get this book published, this photo will be at the introduction to the first chapter.
Starting on Sonnet 27. Note to self: Why don’t you stop and speak clearly?
Potential next poems:
A Song on the End of the World by Czelaw Milosz (I have taught this one, maybe a bit easier?)
An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin
Hitherto by Matthew Dickman