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  • Taking #improv classes with these kind and talented and hilarious folks has been so great and freeing over the past 8 weeks. Already looking forward to keeping the party going (and the family together) for the next level! #FAMu, #apples, #DadsGarage
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  • So, last weekend, I had a great excuse to go explore another great American city courtesy of my dear homie Alfred's wedding. (Congrats, Coach, ya got yourself a good one, and glad I was able to celebrate with you, brothaman.) While not lookin' spiffy at the wedding, I got to hang out with the gracious and amazing Austin (who's now officially an award-winning #copywriter, y'all! #SoProud, #VSWuv) and his badass friends, as well as learn that #Chicago is actually really nice when it's not negative degrees outside. 
Enjoy some highlights of my bumbling around the third-largest city in this country (something else I just learned), which included trying three times to get some damn deep dish pizza and happening upon a Japanese cultural fest, a ginormous #PokemonGo gathering, Chance the Rapper, and yes, some snow even though it was June.
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  • A brief, pictorial recap of my recent adventures to D.C. and Baltimore to see some of my besties. #MissYouGuys

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30/30 Poetry Challenge (2017) Creative Writing Poetry

Day 19 – A Hyperconsciousness of Dividing Lines (blackout poem)

By on June 10, 2017

[Photo Credit: Flickr, Gil Walker]

you can safely bet that
the government won’t
admit the problem
for a long history
of friction is
burdened by
a hyperconsciousness
of dividing lines
the seam between
north and south
a question of
whether a man’s human
rights evaporated when
he crossed the border

the shooting and
the violence that
followed happened
on one of those borders
this clear-cut outrage
a murky gray
their city now known
for glass shards
looted shelves and
armor-clad riot police

and through it all
white flight remade
americans willing
to give some slack
to men minding
their own business
and with little
provocation grab
around the throat
free gun
and start firing

 

[Blackout poem crafted from the TIME article “Fatal Encounter” by David Von Drehle, 8-25-14.]

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