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If my desire is a dog
If my desire is a dog I keep it on a leash Or locked up in a rusty cage That barely holds the beast These are the lengths I go to To try and find some peace I’ve taught the beast a few tricks Like how to fetch and beg And balance cold beer on Read more
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A Father’s Day
Before the plague locked up all the places where people gather, I used to visit St. Patrick’s Cathedral once in a while and light a candle in memory of my dad. Unlike me, he was a deeply religious man, and it gave me an opportunity to contemplate the intersection of his life and mine. The Read more
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He Can’t Fucking Breathe
Black lives matter Whose life matters? Does life matter? He can’t fucking breathe Your life matters Read more
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Confessions of a white ally
First, I dislike the word ally to describe a person in my circumstance. It sounds like I want to help someone with their struggle, but the struggle against injustice is also mine. In fact, the responsibility to fight injustice falls heavier on the beneficiaries of that injustice than it does on the victims. I have Read more
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Strange Days have found us
Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They’re going to destroy Our casual joys We shall go on playing Or find a new town Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin And you Read more
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