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A Modest Proposal For Preventing People on Bike and On Foot From Being a Burden to Motorists or the District, and For making them Beneficial to the Public

In the past week, there have been two deaths as a result of traffic violence in the District of Columbia. Last Friday, Dave Salovesh was killed when a driver crashed a stolen vehicle into him at high speed, crushing him and his bicycle on Florida Ave NE. On Easter Sunday, Abdul Seck was killed when a car collided with another vehicle and crushed him at the intersection of V & 16th SE.

In the immediate aftermath of Abdul’s death, the city striped two crosswalks and added stop signs to make the intersection a four-way stop. All it took was a single death, and DDOT was quick to jump into action. The above tweet summarizes DDOT’s position well: when there is a loss of life, the agency reacts swiftly and with conviction to protect citizens.

Last year, when Jeffrey Hammond Long was killed by a vehicle making a right turn without yielding, DDOT responded by installing flexposts at the intersection to help prevent the same situation from killing another person.

In light of this unofficial policy, I propose we allow a single pedestrian or person on a bicycle to be murdered by a person driving a car at each of the city’s 7,700 intersections within the District.

By strategically placing people at each intersection throughout the city and allowing them to be murdered by the inattention of drivers and the lack of proper infrastructure, we can help make the general public aware of this public safety crisis. To ensure the proper outrage, we must ensure that all the victims are wealthy and white. Only then, will public officials be held accountable.

It’s a win-win because Mayor Bowser, members of the Council, and Director Marootian can appear responsive to constituents. And only at the expense of 1% of the population! Further, it satisfies critics who argue that the city favors incremental improvements rather than immediate action. It benefits people driving vehicles because the quality infrastructure allows them to continue texting while driving without worrying about having to kill someone, only themselves. Finally, MPD can continue to ignore traffic enforcement while they prioritize solving murders and violent crime in the District.

Regardless of whether we drive, use the Metro, ride the bus, pedal a bicycle or walk, we are all pedestrians at some point throughout our day-to-day lives. And we all likely know someone who has been the victim of some form of traffic violence. The family member or loved one killed by a drunk driver, on some slippery or icy road, or a freak accident.

I ask that you consider this modest proposal: kill 1% of the population to dramatically improve the lives of the other 99%.

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Y’all

Day 18’s challenge is to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.”

Y’all
Not because we’re lazy
But because we’re efficient

You all is cumbersome
Y’all is eloquent

Y’all know what I mean?

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Never Coming Back

Day nine’s prompt is to “write a poem that includes a line you’re afraid to write.”

She’s gone
And never coming back.

Came home to an empty house
Knew what to expect
But not how to feel

Quiet and alone
Wander the rooms
Counting the memories
And the ones that will never be

Collapse to the ground,
I sobbed.
Lamenting the loss of a life
With the one I loved

My feelings will fade with time
There is a place in my heart
Where I will look back fondly

It hurt more than anything
Can I ever forgive
How she treated my heart.

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Ode to the Bluebonnet

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Bluebonnets naturally grow only in Texas
Imagine my surprise when I found one in Puerto Rico
Plucked from its native land and displayed prominently

Springtime means fields of blue lining the roadways
Family photos and inspiring landscapes
A unique and annual rite

Among a sea of decorative plates
From places near and far
The humble bluebonnet stands out

I pluck it from the wall
Generally a forbidden act
Condoned by the owner

“Take it,” Sylvia says
“It’s fate”
“It should be with a Texan”

A journey of destiny
A flower returned its native land.

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Blog NaPoWriMo Pinball Poetry Writing

Name in Lights

Gently
I pull the plunger back with the tips of my fingers
Let the ball fly

It bounces around the playfield
Flippers on point
Whodunnit?
Quick with the save

Light ’em up
Pick my target
Solve the case

Nail the bonus shot
High Score
Roof Champion

Name in lights:
MLH.

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Quesito

Oh quesito
I had never experienced
your sweet and savory taste

Flakey honey skin
cheesey center
endless flavor

I will return to your island
if only to taste you again.

Quesito

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Sun/Rain

Sunshine flips to downpours
wrapped in sunshine
enveloped  in rain and darkness
in the blink of an eye

Persevere
sunshine is on the other side
Can’t know where
trust it’s there
Expectations seem impossible
trust the rain will dry
sunshine will break through
it always does.

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Blog Location NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Tinder Tourist

Swipe right for the beautiful women
But will they swipe right back
Superficiality rules

No tourists
No tan lines
No hookups

No braces
No duck face
No car selfies
Casual connections welcome,
recommendations for beaches, too

“You are cute and smart
but live a thousand plus miles away…
My luck.”

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Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry Writing

Casa Sierra

Clean out the old stuff her mother left behind
Souvenir plates hang on the wall, some missing
Rings of dust reveal outlines of past relics
Photos from another era abandoned to decay

The overgrown backyard is ruled by lizards and weeds
Flowers bloom and plantains dangle from the trees

Casa Sierra is alive once again, if only for the moment
A snapshot of when the past meets the present
Clean it out, flip it soon.
Sell it quick so doesn’t end up empty and alone.

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Falling Down/Getting Up

“Man down, man down”
I was doing so well
A handful of brake is all it takes
To slide out
Crashing to the concrete floor
Jarred back to life
Bikes whizzing by
A dizzying blur
Wrap the chain back on the crank
Grease-stained fingers
Gotta keep going
Do not give up
Get back on and finish
10th  place
Not what I hoped

Disappointment sets in
Blood flows
Adrenaline wears off
Pain takes hold
No skin to protect me
Exposed to the hurt
Exposed to the world
Truly vulnerable

Lessons learned
When you fall
Get up
Keep going
Wounds are superficial
Comfort in healing,
In time
Scars are but a reminder
Of what we endured,
Of how strong we are.