What I share are flash fictions, strange philosophical observations, embarrassing anecdotes, bad poetry, and sometimes my words form a freakish amalgamation of all four. I meditate at a keyboard in an attempt to manifest sense and order from the chaos of a cold, dark universe. I seek to create moving and masterful works of literature from the ether of my own psyche, a task on par with producing gold nuggets from a burning pile of dog poop. When it works it feels more supernatural than anything else. Alchemy. Magic. Sorcery. A psychotic break. It is all these things and more.
In my spare time I teach middle school science, which equates to an unexpected and never ending repetition of the lowest point of my personal development. Middle School is fraught with emotion, comedy, the dramas of adolescent struggle, and all the lowest common denominators of human existence. I have concluded that seventh grade is without a doubt the lowest point of physical and emotional development of the human species. It is a little know fact that the book Lord of the Flies is actually a thinly veiled metaphor for life in middle school, and I’m pretty sure all those characters were seventh graders.
In my spare spare time I also run a school garden, where I pass the hours poking sticks in the dirt and planting seeds, and sometimes beautiful things actually grow from those muddy little holes in the Earth. This is a thinly veiled metaphor for middle school also.
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9 – 7 = Letter to My Future Self
2 + 3 = Hating Life
3 + 3² = Reflections
-5 + √172 = Bend with the Wind
(x – 8)(5 + 7) = Inside the Cal Academy
137 ± 5 = Memories of Mom’s Memories
144 ÷ ϖ³ = Juxtaposition
72(11² + 8) – 52 = Dirt is My Religion
0 + 0² = Selfies
∞ + 1 = Stoic Abandon
All written words © J.D. Hager, 2014