Kellie Diodato: “TAKING MY STUDENTS TO SEE THE MAYANS AND AZTECS BUT THEY TALK ME INTO STARING AT A BUNCH OF DEAD THINGS.”


TAKING MY STUDENTS TO SEE THE MAYANS AND AZTECS BUT THEY TALK ME INTO STARING AT A BUNCH OF DEAD THINGS.

I. Essential question:
What is taxidermy,
and how does taxidermy enhance
your understanding of both the physical and meta
physical world?

II. Lesson Objective:
My students will make a scene. They will be awe-
filled and giddy. They will gallop in stupendous motion,
a herd of happy ponies. They will bounce up four flights
on one foot to pretend-lick dinosaur bones, rush
towards the ominous mosquito exhibit, and they will ask
for my phone. They will want to take a jumping selfie
one where they’re frozen in time, levitating over my multiple
attempts at a headcount. I will not be able to say no to their massive
bright and gleaming eyes when they ask,
just ten more minutes!

III. Objects/Materials Needed:
My students refer to the grizzly bear as “life-like”
and a “giant stuffed-animal.” Do I break the mirage,
tell them that these creatures were once as alive
as they will feel walking back with me to school?
Along the way, they will scream, cry, point towards a pigeon
with its head stomped in. Blood trickles from the bird’s eyes
every time it thrusts its broken neck towards the sky.
They will urge me to call 9-1-1.

IV: Check for Understanding:
Where do we go when we die?

About the Author: Kellie Diodato recently completed her MFA in poetry at Columbia University School of the Arts. She works as a Humanities educator for middle school students. Her writing can be found in Lifelines: The Geisel School of Medicine at Dartmouth Literary and Art Journal, Some Kind Of Opening, and The Pinch, among others.

Image Credit: “Taxidermied musk ox” (1876) Public domain image courtesy of the Library of Congress

LArry Smith: “Erasers”

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Erasers           

How I longed to be picked
3rd grade 1953,
Mrs. Balzoni’s classroom.
Finally after math,
she wiped off the blackboard
releasing our minds to
drift out the windows
into afternoon light
or to plan our way home.

But wait…
someone would be asked
to dust the erasers outside.
And today that someone
would be that quiet kid
sitting in the back—Me.
Delight streamed from my face
as I gathered them up
8 erasers into the grocery bag.

Out in the cold without a jacket
I began clapping them together hard
mittens making white clouds
of dust into playground air.
Coughing wildly I began pounding them
against the building’s brick.

When Gretchen came out to fetch me,
she yelled, “Oh, no! You can’t do that.
It’s against the rules.” I looked around
at my beautiful design, each pat
a brick of white. “She’s gonna kill you!”
she said and disappeared. I laughed,
then cried a little, as I took off my shirt
and began to erase.

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About the Author: Larry Smith, director of Bottom Dog Press in Ohio. Smith is from the industrial Ohio Valley and a professor emeritus at Bowling Green State University with over a dozen books of fiction, poetry, and memoir.

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More By Larry Smith:

No Walls

Union Town

At The Country Store

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Image Credit: Frances Benjamin Johnson. “Bell Flower (campanula)” [between 1915 and 1935] image courtesy of the Library of Congress