are not we
the same 


             lion prints
                the same

we have always been


Ceaselessly loving souls, wandering, lost though they may seem,
will eventually, by necessity, travel light. 



Dear Students,
I wrote you a poem that doubles as a pep talk to get you through the rest of finals week. Last time I wrote a class a poem, it was based on a song from the movie The Lion King (and it was for a bunch of kindergarteners, so needless to say, it was a real crowd pleaser). For our class, I decided to go with the song “Remember Me This Way.” It’s from the 1995 classic Casper (for those of you who don’t know because you lived in a womb, or under a rock, for most of the 90’s). Anyway, I personalized the lyrics and even tried to step up my rhyme game for you nerds (you’re welcome).
Thank you again for being the highlight of my semester.
Ms. Marcous
Dedicated to my students in PHM2121-01 (Fall 2015):
Every now and then
You find a special class
(With record-high levels of sass)
That never lets you down
Who understand systems of oppression
And how income inequality relates to economic recession
You’re the best class that I’ve found
And I don’t need eyes to see
My favorite days were when you were in front of me
No matter where life goes
I know our class can’t stay (in HWC 3100)
But a part of you will never, ever go away
Your student activity reports will stay
I’ll make a wish for you
And hope it will come true
That finals week will just be kind
To such brilliant, beautiful minds
But if you lose your cool
Just remember, there is more to life than school
Like pugs, and Dolly Parton (pipes of an angel), and football
Not to mention, you are always welcome to visit me in 106 Dodd Hall
Remember me this way
P.S. It’s still not too late for us to move up to D.C.
(And make midterms together that are way too easy)









Grace means more than gifts.
In grace, something is transcended, once and for all overcome.
Grace happens in spite of something; it happens in spite of separation
and alienation.
Grace means life is once again reconciled with life, self is reconciled
with self.
Grace means accepting the abandoned one.
Grace transforms fate into a meaningful vocation.
It transforms guilt to trust and courage.
The word grace has something triumphant in it.

–Yrjo Kallinen


                            a bitter, sweet
                            tasteless stain 
                            were the little 
                            girl there whom 
                            we screwed into 
                            death day dream 
                            breeds yearning