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Buffalo

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In light of this weekends senseless massacre in Buffalo, New York, it still baffles me that in this day and age people can’t wrap their heads around the idea that we are all human beings, the same species down to our DNA. As a Canadian from the Greater Toronto Area, I have spent a fair amount of time in Buffalo. For several years my son played baseball for a traveling team based in Depew and we would cross the border two to three times a week. My heart goes out to the friends and families of those slain. As a city mourns I sincerely hope the slow and seemingly tenuous process of racial healing in the United States and around the world can continue in light of this heinous act.

Buffalo

A killer lurks
in the shadows.
Silently shedding
white hot anger.

A snake slithering
into the spotlight.
Spitting venomous
black hate.

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The Bottom of Nine

Trailing by two in the bottom of nine,
A single, then double, stroked down the line,
On second and third they jostle about,
While eight and nine both swing and strike out.

Ace steps to the plate, set on a mission,
Wielding his bat with reckless precision,
Direct from the mound comes a red-stitched pearl,
Did he throw straight heat or spin up the curl?

Nary a twitch as it whizzes on by,
“Strike!” shouts the Umpire,
“Hey blue, check your eye!”
Not even close, ’bout a foot off the edge,
The Babe couldn’t hit that with a six-foot sledge.

Next comes a bender, left hung out to dry,
The crack of the bat, it’s a monstrous fly,
If it stays fair it’ll sail off in the night,
Instead, it drifts foul, a long and loud strike!

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Never Surrender

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Bombs rain down indiscriminately as sirens pierce the evening air.
A city set ablaze as it crumbles to the ground.
Plumes of grey and purple smoke rise into the red dusk.
A mother and her child dance through the streets.
Arms outstretched as the ashen sky falls like confetti about them.
Choosing to join the dead than ever surrender.

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Kite

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Kite

A dancing kite,
In its kaleidoscope flight,
A hallowed sight,
In the heavens tonight.

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Life/Forgiveness

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Life

The bastard left me spinning at thirteen. Got himself killed at work and never came home. I’ve hated him through years of anger, substance abuse and self-destruction.

Forgiveness

Dead from overdose, his ghost paid me an impromptu visit. Narcan pulled me back but his forgiveness changed my life forever.

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May the Fourth

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May the Forth

May the fourth be with you,
E’er the Empire’s troops amass,
Seek out your inner Jedi,
And kick some darkside ass!

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Threads

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Threads

Inside my mind,
Broken threads,
Extinguished light,
Darkness spreads.

Cold outside,
I’m safe in here,
In my cocoon,
Hidden from fear.

A single window,
Shining bright,
Caught in frame,
A world in flight.

Trapped within,
A grip that holds,
Watching helpless,
As time unfolds.

If I could only,
Take a leap,
Into the fray, and
Leave my keep.

At the threshold,
The unknown calls,
On my island,
Darkness falls.

Just one brave step,
I’ll take my leave,
But from this fear,
I’ve no reprieve.

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Church of the New Covenant

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Church of the New Covenant

Brother Ramon awoke, his naked body aching and weak. His head pounding, swimming in a fog of confusion. Fragments of monochromatic light, blurry shades of gray and white filtering into the emptiness behind his eyes. This is what blindness must feel like, he thought. If only his nose was as impaired as his vision, the stench of this place was strong enough to fell an advancing army.

There was nothing before this moment. His mind blank like a book set to page 113, nothing but stark white emptiness filling the preceding pages. Who was he? Where was he?

Ramon rolled onto his side. Reaching out to feel his surrounding, the floor pushing back as he ran his hand across the cold stone. As he continued to probe his surroundings, the stone gave way to rough-hewn fabric. He gripped and pulled but something held it in place. Leveraging its weight, he dragged himself to the object anchoring the cloth.

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Zip, Zero, Zilch

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Zip, Zero, Zilch

Zip, his pants fell around his ankles in their darkened bedroom.

“Zero chance.” she said as she rolled over, her back to his side of the bed.

Zilch again, I wonder what the palm sisters are up to?

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Roam

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Roam

The luminous moon
gossamerous across Silent Lake.
The wail of the lonesome loon
flooding the early dawn.

My lover, she needs to roam,
leaving me to mend a broken home.

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