She was an artist I really loved her works, Susan Seddon Boulet. I wrote this poem, and later I saw something of hers that reminded me of my words, it was named “Playing With the North Wind.” Look up her works, they are absolutely exquisite with a wonderful depth, breadth and beauty that combines Native […]
That Day: Nine Eleven, September 11th, 9/11
Six a.m., and I’d just finished a long night on patrol. An infuriating highlight had been dealing with a frustrating situation where a drunken woman had caught her drunken boyfriend sexually fondling her underage child. A huge fight had commenced during which he bit her cheek open, yet after we arrived and worked out all […]
The Kind of Irony I Enjoy: “Owning Canadians” & Homosexuality
You may have read the debates, you may have heard the rationalizations by people on both sides of the issues, whether Gay and Christian, or Christian against, or Jewish or any other religion that teaches tolerance. The funny thing to me is, the ones that teach different kinds of intolerance, without exception all have other […]
Too Much Time At Rathaus Charlottenburg, Berlin (Photos)
If you move to Germany you have to register your location, the place you live or will be living, and this requires going to the Rathaus of the district of the city you live in as that’s where the Bürgeramt. In my case, that’s Berlin, and specifically Charlottenburg. My current roommate is a film producer, […]
Poem: Event Horizon
Event Horizon by Red Haircrow The convergence of spheres, heartbeat millisecond of sound light bright all around the curve, the deep curve of infinite darkness at the center field of view. Floating neither backwards nor ahead, swimming in the chill of space, time slowed to a single draw of breath, last in a series. Star […]
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