Category: Journalism

Memoriam | #JusticeForSabsAndSunny

Two lives cut short by impotent rage.
A killer’s family remains whole while the victim’s is wholly disfigured–
Limbs of a family tree which can never be grafted or revived.
Today marks Sunny & Sabs’ death day.

Two bodies now six feet underground, but one killer asks to be free.
Two bodies: one mother, one daughter, both hacked from the family tree.


A thief of life, wishes to walk among the living, but a community says no:
“Justice must be served for these horrible crimes and the community must be protected from him!”


A robber of family, wants to walk among the good, and the good say:
“I don’t want him to hurt anyone else.”


A murderer, but not on death row, the community speaks out once more and says:
“There isn’t a doubt in my mind that my own life would also be in danger if this sick POS were to be released.”


June 7th marks the day when Sabrina and Sunny were slain in their home.
2000+ have said no to the release of convicted murderer Jacob P. Cayer.

Who will be the next to say, “No.”

Sign the petition against the release of convicted murderer Jacob Cayer:
https://www.change.org/p/brown-county-courts-community-against-the-release-of-convicted-murderer-jacob-cayer

#JusticeForSabsAndSunny ⚖ #StopAsianHate

Occupy for Bread and Roses

It was the first time my ex had kicked me out of the house, and I don’t remember for what anymore.  Something stupid and petty, I’m sure.  This time would be just the first of several times, and it was always a power move on his part.  His way of exerting his control over me: I disagreed about something we heard said on the radio?  Bam!—on the streets in the middle of the night (if it weren’t for my friends who always took me in when this shit went down.)

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Paradise Memorium

“Paradise will never burn,” they swore.

The long-time locals gathered on the ridge to stare at the 23 thousand acres of flame and blackness across the canyon.  “Trust me,” they said.  Pontificating with their cigarettes and pointing with their beers at the perpetual sunset, writhing and leaping against the night sky. 

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