Karen Pomeroy
The Subversive Educator of Destructive Gods
I hand out grenades disguised as books.
I’ve watched too many kids walk out of this school and into lives they never asked for. I try to give them something sharp before they go—something that cuts through the glittering lies. Donnie was different. He saw the cracks already. I just handed him the dynamite.
What I'm Into: Graham Greene, cigarette breaths in empty hallways, watching minds catch fire, Jim Cunningham’s panic, the sound of chalk breaking
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