Notes from a Friend's Town

1. Wendell Allen      Trayvon Martin     James Craig Anderson As a man of African descent in the United States of America, I've never been a fan of law enforcement. This nation law's and their loose interpretation have always been in opposition to my life. I've friends in law enforcement and their presence there simultaneously baffles & angers me. These are 3 recent examples, 2 within less than 30 days of this post. 2.  This final semester of college has been a roller coaster ride from hell   that I'm anxious to end. My post graduation plans are still in their formative stages, not as because of fear. Rather from exhaustion. Petition the universe in the manner you do, should you feel so inclined, as I push through these next 40+ days. 3.  I've reached a new (read: remarkably tainted) sense of awareness about companionship, love, and absence. There was a time when I would critique such a view as being the result...

I refuse to deny the moon it's glimmer cause the Sun failed my days in the dead of winter. A shooting star, caught lagging. Rough start out the gate, shoes tightened, jockey alert eyes vacant. I shall celebrate the moon, not for illuminating the night nor for giving birth to shadows that hide things that go bump, when sleep evades me, or pleasure evades them. I celebrate the moon for showing the night the clouds.