There once was a man on the moonWho made all the ladies swoonHe sat drinking his wineWhich was so fineAnd declared he would return home soon!Every child at one time or another declares that the moon ismade of cheese; this is the story of the man who proved that it reallywas.As a young boy growing…

I don’t see color.Not in the waves of my long hair,Or the twinkle in my eyes.Not In the curves of my legs,Or the wrinkles in my hands.Not in the freckles on my cheeks,Nor the toes on my feet.I don’t see color.Not even when I look away, and search another person head to toe.I won’t see…

Thomas W. Epp, Math Center To start a Möbius tripRun along the infinite stripOn both sides you’ll driveUntil you arriveTo Start a Möbius trip

I wish I had introspective eyes.Analyze anything and everything.But I am a phony of sorts.I am as hollow as the trunk of a fallen tree.I am a tree with no Roots; a lie with no truths.I am a sheep in disguise drifting with a populous flock.I’d be the wolf but God knows my teeth arerotten…