I went to bed with scant details of your deaths,
"3 Killed in Shooting in Chapel Hill,"
a shocking tragedy in its own right.
I woke and read, through clouds of tears,
"Three Muslim-American students killed near North Carolina university campus."
How could this happen here?
The reality of this tragedy is surreal.
Deah Shaddy Barakat, 23
Yusor Mohammad, 21
Razan Mohammad Abu-Salha, 19
Three young lives,
full of promise,
with dreams of serving others,
shot dead by some "anti-theist" zealot with a gun.
For what?
"over a parking dispute,"
the report says.
Even in the best, worst case scenario, this is another example of an avoidable tragedy involving mental illness and guns. At the absolute worst, these three were targeted for their faith and this is a hate crime.
My heart breaks for these families.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Craigslist Personals
casual encounters
with the lonely
phishing bots and dick pics.
where everyone's hoping
to find their
missed connections
or some nsa ass,
something on the side,
a warm body to lay beside,
discrete indiscretions.
a funny exhibit of voyeurs
trading pictures of naked strangers
with strangers
making strange requests
in this post-'84 world...
"i'm disease free, you be too"
"anybody want this erection?"
just look at how many m4m posts
there are and you have your answer.
nobody's getting laid
here tonight.
with the lonely
phishing bots and dick pics.
where everyone's hoping
to find their
missed connections
or some nsa ass,
something on the side,
a warm body to lay beside,
discrete indiscretions.
a funny exhibit of voyeurs
trading pictures of naked strangers
with strangers
making strange requests
in this post-'84 world...
"i'm disease free, you be too"
"anybody want this erection?"
just look at how many m4m posts
there are and you have your answer.
nobody's getting laid
here tonight.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Notes on the end of a three year love affair...
Our silence spoke in volumes,
lies of omission and all.
In whispers and double-talk, we
stayed out of step
on our toes.
Questions and passive-aggressive curses
held at the tip of the tongue:
Was I just your time spent slumming it?
Were you just another woman?
If we could have been as easily honest
with each other as we were naked,
ours could have been a love for the ages.
i'm sorry i never wrote you love letters or poems.
lies of omission and all.
In whispers and double-talk, we
stayed out of step
on our toes.
Questions and passive-aggressive curses
held at the tip of the tongue:
Was I just your time spent slumming it?
Were you just another woman?
If we could have been as easily honest
with each other as we were naked,
ours could have been a love for the ages.
i'm sorry i never wrote you love letters or poems.