Motivation
by Shari Dinkins Zimmerman. He walks into the classroom, stalks really. Swings behind the podium without looking up. He is clutching a wizened copy of Dubliners. A student behind me moans, a soft exhale. I watch the instructor as he sets down a yellow legal pad. A worn British-style suit, stovepipe pants. He leans forward, his body creating a “v” with the wooden podium. He has hair like the guy in Eraserhead. He starts to speak. I blink, shift my legs, cross my right leg over the left. Alpha leg. And I am interrupted by his talk. Literature. He does […]