Sirens blare: we know what for –
there will be vigils soon, tear-stained mothers,
confounded communities gathered outside
grocery stores, warehouses, or wherever
it happened this time –
Gun Killing, Again (a poem)
Tag: protests
Daily Quote: Why do People Hate?
“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.” ― James Baldwin
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Daily Quote: Apathy is not an Option
“Evil thrives on apathy and cannot survive without it.” ― Hannah Arendt
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Reflecting on a Year of the Pandemic Lifestyle
It’s a bit cliché to write a reflection on the pandemic year, but I’m going to do it anyway. It’s been a long year, and it’s also been surprising to me how I’ve gotten used to pandemic lockdowns. Like most people, I was very nervous in the beginning, especially because of my mental health concerns. And as 2020 dragged on and all the terrible things that happened, it hit me emotionally like everyone else. But the pandemic lifestyle hasn’t been all bad.
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Burning (a 6-word story)
Fundamentalists (a poem)
what I can’t stand most
is a fundamentalist
those so warped they
plow through the world
for absolutist goals –
true believers born again
carrying crosses to capitol buildings
committing divine crimes
receiving direct messages from
god via email
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We Refuse (a protest poem)
this orange-faced goblin
beckons me to be violent
I refuse
keep yappin’, Mr. Yapper
spit your lies
cover the eyes
of the faithful who
follow you to an abyss
I refuse
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Cyborg Love (a short story)
I’m not sure what attracted me to Stephanie. Was it her hazel eyes, which changed colors and had a circle of orange around the iris? Or was it how calm I felt around her, like I could be myself and not worry about ridicule?
I lay with her in bed on a Saturday night. She ran her fingers down my chest as we talked, and I could feel goosebumps shoot all over my body.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, breaking the cool and calm silence.
“I’m still thinking about the talk at the university, to be honest. It was interesting. I always wondered what it’d be like to be a cyborg.”
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Coping with Uncertainty
We’re living in dangerous times. Some people (like my girlfriend) seem to be able to cope with it better than me. For me, though, a lot of the things going on in the world have me feeling very on edge.
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Equality (a poem)
Who said this was the Land of the Free?
They must’ve been joking, because since them days,
there have been slaves, and even when the chains
broke, the Klan came from dark woods in hoods
and burned crosses – fires crackling in fields,
reflecting in frightened eyes.
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