I have a complex relationship with anger, and one that seems difficult for others to comprehend: I see anger as a force for good, in myself and occasionally in others. Many people see anger as the force that makes them do stupid and occasionally evil shit. For me, anger is largely where courage comes from.

I am incredibly angry at my government for what it has done to this young man. At the precise time in his life that he is asking himself who he is, (and getting answers that likely scare him) our government makes him an accessory to murder.

unfuckingtitled

My first lucid memory is being told by a doctor that I probably wouldn't live to be 20.
He thought he was doing good, telling it to me straight (at the wise age of 8)
I have been waiting to die ever since.
It leads to much melodrama,
and sadness,
and acute not-giving-a-shit.

I don't know why I'm NOT dead,
but I'm not.
And I have no idea how I feel about that.
I have been convinced of my imminent death many times
four entubations, two respirators, a heart attack
and about a thousand asthma crises later
Still dying, never dead.

Have a nice christmas, world.

So he is dead.

Osama binLadin was killed in a firefight last night.

Before you rejoice, consider this: Early reports have him participating in the firefight, and that is one of the qualifications for Islamic Martyrdom. Did we kill a bad guy, or create a transcendent being? Our gloating, rejoicing and celebration further his cause. Almost nothing good ever comes from killing people. I am sure we tried to capture him, and I am sad that we failed. A public trial would probably have been better.

I am glad he is dead, but I hope we have not created and enshrined a new hero.

Djinn

My familiar is a cat,
an old black cat
sharpens her claws on the couch-arm

My old black cat,
the Cross-eyed cat
jumps on my chest and rumbles

The Cross-eyed Cat,
a Halloween cat
arches her back and blinks

Both paws up,
claws at the ready
she combs my beard when I hold her

Tokyo

I always wanted to go to Japan
It is the martial artist in me

The wind is blowing towards Tokyo
and it is carrying death with it.

Is it Godzilla?

Dust, dust, all is dust.
floating on the air
picked up in dust-devils
and thrown carelessly into the wind

The wind that is blowing towards Tokyo

Fukushima is the cost of technology
And it will happen again.
And we will let it.