05.30.22 There Will Be No Revolution Tonight. (Poetry)

Another week, another school shooting massacre. We've all become "used to it," and we never truly should. This poem came to me while walking my dogs on Memorial Day, 2022, in the aftermath of the tragedy in Uvalde, Texas, where 19 elementary school students were massacred by an 18-year-old, as well as 2 adults, while 19 cops stood nearby and did nothing for over an hour. Feel angry? You should. And you should make your voice count at the polls this year. Here's how I also deal with mine. Read on...

11.3.21 The More Melancholy Aspects of an Interpersonal Relationship (Poetry, 1999)

For your perusal is this turbulent poem from way back in August 1999, when I was a drug addict, living on the streets of Dallas. (It originally appeared on my blog, Ballistik, on LiveJournal, where I used to blog for 10 years, from 1995-2005.) This poem was written five years after my dear friend Kevin drowned in a hot tub in 1994. I was going through drug withdrawals at the time and was contemplating suicide when I wrote this. (I've been clean for 21 years so this is no longer who I am, but I just thought I'd share. We all have our rock bottom, and this was one of mine.) -BB

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