“This is the year of burning women in schoolyards
and raided homes, of tarped bodies on runways and in restaurants.” ~ Camille T. Dungy, from “Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another”
Monday evening, drizzle, 55 degrees.
Choosing love over hate: In response to the March 15 mass shooting at a mosque in Christchurch, NZ, a Manchester, UK man stood outside a local mosque with a sign that read, “You are my friends. I will keep watch while you pray.” Andrew Graystone from Levenshulme, Manchester stood outside the Madina mosque holding the sign.
When I heard about this man’s gentle protest, it almost made me cry—one person’s unbelievable humanity in the face of yet another instance of man’s inhumanity to man. We—people, humans, sentient beings worldwide—need more of these small acts of kindness more than most of us even realize. They make us better bit by bit.
Music by Michael Kiwanuka, “Cold Little Heart”
Helix of pain,
then dull haze,
a dozen or so soft black t-shirts
Distrust of the night, muscled voices,
dark SUVS, the unknown. Sheets
of paper work, faxes, phone numbers,
account statements, business cards,
to-do lists: feed yourself–
for a month of his last meal.
Break down when the bowl
empties. Break bowl, skin to get at
the hunger–an arterial pull that thrums
and thrums through the spine.
write it until you think
you are writing Diseased.
Start to imagine this your truth.
A few striped collard shirts,
Size 13 shoes.
One pigtailed crying child,
who wants to be a man,
and refuses to cry.