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[A] high cirrus melancholy drifts
against pure blue, and I
long to try that thin air.
But the sky is seamed with
the crossing paths of birds.
Like Gulliver, I am held
by the fine threads of their flight,
by their tight cries explaining
sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky.
—  Conrad Hilberry, from “Gulls,” Sorting the Smoke: New and Selected Poems (University of Iowa Press, 1990)
“Who I Am Inside” Part 16

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“Good morning, sunshine.” I whispered in Conrad’s ear as I got into bed with him. I felt him smile, and he almost immediately turned over to wrap his long, strong arms around me. Our lips met in an affectionate kiss. I carded my fingers through his messy blonde hair, and pulled him in deeper into the kiss. Once the both of us were out of breath, Conrad pulled away and stroked his thumb gently over my cheek in an endearing way. He gave me a look that held pure love in it, like I was his world.

   “I love you so much, Y/n Y/m/n.” He murmured into my ear, as he pulled me closer to his chest.

   I love you too, Conrad Michael.” His lips grazed over mine and I could still tell that he was still very sleepy. I pulled up the thick comforter on his bed and covered up both of us. No matter where we were, somehow Conrad always managed to make me feel safe when I laid in his arms. It felt like home.

   “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” He asked, as he stretched a little bit and reached for his phone to see what time it was. I frowned when he looked at his phone, knowing he would notice the date. His expression changed from peaceful to upset in a matter of seconds. He put his phone back down on the bed and ran his hands over his face. After a minute, he just left them there. Before I could say anything, he looked over at me and gave me another tender kiss.

   You knew what today was, didn’t you? He asked, as he lazily intertwined our hands together. Then shifted positions to where he was spooning me.

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Sculptors speak of negative space,
the substantial emptiness
that balances what is. Here,

in a strange bed, in the dark,
we lift our hands to feel the loops
between our fingers. Wherever

our bodies leave a cavity
the emptinesss sits down and waits.
Explosions: are they the other

heartbeats, the pulse of absence
proving that its blood, too, can burst?

Conrad Hilberry, from section 3 of “Explosions at 4:00 A.M.,” Sorting the Smoke: New and Selected Poems (University of Iowa Press, 1990)


anonymous asked:

How is Stephen Harper a white supremacist ?

Stephen Harper was a member of the ultra-right-wing Northern Foundation in 1989, Mr. Harrison documents that this was a group that had numerous Neo-Nazi skinheads as organizers, as well as a leadership that included a well-known white supremacist and anti-feminist crusader as a prominent leader that sought to take over the mass-media to enable the fulfillment of a right wing agenda. The Northern Foundation, with the support of corporate allies was able to get Mr. Harper elected in the first place by indeed, taking over the mass-media in Canada. This was done to shelter Mr. Harper from the kinds of critical journalism which had kept him out of power, in the first place. Corporate mass-media owners would seek to remake Mr. Harper and the Conservative Party from being ultra right, into a fabricated image of a non-threatening “moderately conservative” party.

Trevor Harrison documents that “He [Mr. Harper] had little trouble doing so, as the media had been largely muffled by one fact: press baron Conrad Black, then reaching the height of his powers was also a member of the Northern Foundation and equally shy about having it publicly known.” Mr. Harrison elaborates that, “Journalists feared incurring his wrath as he employed many of them at the time, and was a potential employer for those whom he didn’t employ. Had they made the membership list public, Mr. Black would have been exposed.”