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Cream of the Cool

There is not much I can say

except his eyes have darkened

and in his half-dreams, once familiar

long cold fingers reach out

as if trying to grasp onto something.

Attempting to orient him, I pointed to

a full moon among white clouds, lingering

in a late August sky still blue,

the striation of purple as

the sun disappeared off to the west.


"You want to do what?" the man said dangerously, as I asked him about supplies at the art store.

The West Coast has a lot going for it, but there's some aspects of the East that are just, fantastic. The West Coast has palm trees, cleaner, newer stuff. Hipper stuff. But there's a certain beauty, a certain retro beauty - to gritty Gotham, to the twisted trees in New York State that come straight out of Sleepy Hollow, of the mists of Mystic, Connecticut that clearly inspired…

I am compelled to support same-sex marriage.  I am firmly against any religious argument denying gays state and federally recognized marriage because certain religions can’t conscionably ordain or recognize such unions.  (I don’t have time to go into it here, but I am also against any anti-same-sex marriage argument that one believes to be non-religious.  I believe that all such arguments are, indeed, foundationally religious even when presented otherwise.)

I am…

They wheel him into the operating room at a quarter past one. He is pushing fifty - grey streaks in his hair turn white every day.

"Relax", he hears her say, as if from a great distance. "This is a routine procedure."

Her voice is clinical - bored and apathetic. He wonders if she cares whether he lives or dies.

He wants very badly for someone to care, as she steps towards him, needle in hand. He would give them everything he has.

But all he has is a broken…