Yes, well, I may have to find a way to crowd more spices onto the rack. It is getting rather tight, isn't it? Thanks so much for your comment, and for reading this one!
I like the word Primal here - it fits perfectly. It is exactly the characterization I was looking for. Thank you for reading my mind. I may have to build another shelf if I want to add more spices, though...
I am glad you got a chuckle from these. The meanings were perhaps more forward than in some poems, though as my professors used to say, the solutions aren't trivial. Nobody likes dreary days filled with rote calculation, but I was hoping readers might come to appreciate the frolic in mathematics that can happen from time to time. One can even do Pre-Calculus calisthenics, I understand. Thanks so much for reading and commenting on these!
You had a hot math teacher? Lucky you! Or maybe I would have been dreadfully distracted had I been in your place. But who says there is no feeling in the nerd herd? I am glad you got the gist of these; as it happens with mathematical language, the terms often can be interpreted in several...interesting... ways. Thanks again.
Who says math has to be dry as toast? No need for a calculator or a slide rule! I am so glad you liked the parameter line, and that last stanza, too. Those are sometimes tricky to write - harder than solving equations. You were nice to let me bring back memories from high school Algebra class.
Definitely to be studied in pairs. Thanks so very much for reading these through and allowing me to dredge up memories of high school math. Never realized what was concealed behind those pocket protectors, eh?
Oh dear...I can't imagine you broken by math, my friend. Perhaps you can join my Pre Calculus class this fall? I am glad you can still see something good in them, anyhow.
Whispers,
lips chasing lips,
tongues and teeth tantalize,
wild eyed desire in hot pursuit
of love;
Behold
the quarry at bay, brought to ground;
the blade, unsheathed, plunges;
hunter and prey
cry out.
Quadratics
Parabolas, you might suppose,
are curves which every person knows,
for you can find them everywhere,
from tropic heat to polar floes.
Equations with an x to square
are curves, not lines, when you compare
them side by side with x that's plain,
or lines bereft of x and bare.
The answer roots for which we strain
when the x-axis cuts in twain
a curve and marks its intersect
quadratic formulas obtain.
But no equation can reflect
our comp
Stefan must have been glad of the help and intrigued by his new neighbors. He seems rather reserved, shy even. Will that be a problem for the outgoing Jesse?
Thank you for all your tireless work improving GA. I cannot imagine the number of hours you have consumed with this task. Your outline of the data you have gathered is very interesting, and tells us much about our community.
So much in this chapter is heartbreaking, both the horrible Miriam, and the beautiful recollection of Louis' grandmother. It was indeed very dangerous, once. It still is, but in fewer parts of the world, which is a blessing. People like the grandmother make the world brighter and safer for those who are scared. But danger remains: it is clear that Miriam, loony as she may seem, is also as dangerous as the bike Donny rode.
Thank you for writing this. You tell us of a shame and a hurt in nature which at 100 kmh cannot bear reflection. But walking and biking let us see the damage wrought on the earth, and on ourselves.
Such a powerful set of images, the scenes come to me in black and white. And each one is a string and a rope to make the reader your puppet. This is going to haunt me.