Good afternoon sirs,

I am happy to report that I can successfully journal on a website I’ve been “maintaining” for a few years. Focus clock set for 30 minutes. My reflection about the first class are rooted in the poem: ‘Spell Check’.  The website will allow you to posted comments below, though the user interface is a bit clear about where to post:

 

 

Spell Check (Revised Using Blackout Poetry)

It’s not much account…

Hillbilly poems, won’t let you waller, won’t let you foller.

Makes you have titles where tiles ought to be.

Changes log into dog, and before I could say ‘Undo’ it turned housecat to housecoat.

Sallet, newground, Junebug, graveyard – not in dictionary.

Can’t have a grandbaby on this thing without arrangements!

It changed my taters into tatters, subpoenas – I ordered soupbeans.

Wants to replace the homeplace with someplace…

This the same spell that changed proud to poor – minnows to memories?

Flies buzzin.

A cool snap of beans breaking on the porch.

The tenor of coonhounds on a moonlit ridge. Exit

Float a while. 

Spell: “set on a sycamore bank, feet in the creek turned to crick.”