Lisa Mednick Powell

Escape From New York?--HA! Not so fast!!

Yep, we're still here. It doesn't look like I can post pictures in this section, so they will be posted under--'photos.' Meanwhile: grading, grading, grading. On the creative front, I have invented a new form of poetry though. I invented it yesterday while I had a migraine. It is a seventeen-syllable insult. Kinda like a Haiku. What's it called? F*#K-U. Please don't take these personally, they are simply innocuous little messages I send out to the universe, sort of like affirmations. I am going to go for one a day. F*#K-U Number One: A vinyl LP left in the summer sun: Your mind is just as warped.
 

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