From Silence is Violence today: April 10, 2008 For many months now, we have found the motivation for an entire public awareness movement in one case that has meant a lot to us personally. Dinerral Shavers was our friend and our brother. His murder on December 28, 2006 inspired us to call on our leaders and our fellow citizens to do more for each other and for our city. For over a year now, Dinerral’s…
In the park this morning, a woman walking a chihuahua with a rope stopped to let her wiry dog sniff Loca. For a change, Loca was being tolerant and not a rascal. The woman said in a dreamlike state that her other dog, mama, had P A S T – she spelled it out as if the dogs knew – but what she meant was that the dog had passed – P A S S…
I’m not a supportive girlfriend – I’ve been boo-hooing and pining and last night in the Italian restaurant I joined the baritone waiter in O Sole Mio much to the chagrin of my friends – but truly, I miss the physical presence of my girlfriend – let’s remember she is very new to my world, so it wasn’t as if I have exhausted looking at her, watching her, learning her gestures, or even a thousand…
This morning I woke at 4, then 5, then 6 and finally gave up and got out of bed. I took the dogs out in front because it was still dark outside and there have been a rash of burglaries lately. The sky turned purple right before my eyes as I waited for Arlene to first not want to come off the porch, then finally amble down the stairs, and then attempt to come up…
Loca – the black sheep of the family – found her way into a gallon of white primer paint and ended up with white dots on her dangling ears and a wide swath across her hip. This was after she brutally murdered a beautiful moth. T nicknamed her karakuzu – Turkish for black sheep. A better name could not have found its way to this little b.a.d. dog!
There is enough work to distract me, there are my good friends to have fun with, there are dogs to walk, food to eat, air to breathe – but there is a BIG JONES that has me in its grip – a jones for my bony dog – it sneaks up on me in the morning when I wake up, it scratches at me when I’m brushing my teeth and see her toothbrush, it wrestles…
Word up! Lots of upheaval on the bayou as girls girls girls are all shifting places at the dinner table. These things happen – but three couples splitting at one time seems to signal a realignment. The propensity towards promiscuity and instability was what I noticed about this small Lesbian community and it was/is disconcerting to say the least. Not to say that Lesbians are more or less promiscuous or unstable than heterosexuals or gays,…
Two blocks away we’ve had two break ins and one car theft. The neighborhood is under assault and we are now all on watch. Here in our idyllic setting, it’s hard to believe, but crime happens.
I’d love to reprint the beautiful poems T sends me but alas WordPress sucks and I can’t put in paragraph returns, so instead – here they are in hyperlink: Emily Dickinson’s If You Were Coming In The Fall, Rilke’s The Archaic Torso of Achilles [after finding this printed and on the kitchen counter, I read it and it took my breath away and now it is taped to the window], and finally a poem made…
Turns out J had an ear infection which was why he had the core meltdown the other day – after he was diagnosed, he felt sufficiently justified for his actions and proudly told everyone at school that he had an “ear confection” – gotta love it.