What I wanted to say to the problem student in office hours, but couldn't for professional reasons.

Seriously. Please.
Drop this class. Go away. Leave
My sight forever.

Ode to the problem student

Autumn grows colder
and you are the frost that chills
the classroom; PLEASE drop.

Not a haiku but an experiment.
This is an early 19th century folk painting called "The Indian's Lament"
 

What I've been doing with my time.

Springtime and summer
I was busy gestating
Now that she's born: blog!

Did it eat your paper, too?

Sorry I missed class:
I was in jail for stealing
an abused puppy.

How I discovered a plagiarized term paper turned in by a normally incoherent student.

The IMDB
user comments? Sadly, more
eloquent than he.

An ode to brownie mix

Is there anything
finer than a still-warm chunk
of baked heaven? No.

That time of the term, when professors start to drink heavily....erm...heavily-er.

Grading papers, tests:
very hard work. Dangerous
to one's sanity.

Artists are not good bosses.

Linear thinking,
Organization, planning:
that's for accountants.