In The DMZ With Bandaids and A Carefree Attitude.

 I am a middle aged male writer without a lot of close compatriots. I'm in a tenuous writing group of 3 experimental poets who adhered in Minneapolis roughly 10 years ago. Terry Folz, Jeff Hansen, and I are a small trinity of musketeers who have been active in the disperse poetry scene of Minneapolis. I dubbed us the Minneapoets at a bar we used to drink at called New Bohemia. $3 pints on Sundays and pretzels and brats. I lived upstairs in an apartment for 10 years and worked on my blogs and books and a small family. Those years were a focused haze of parenting and gathering the Asemica Tribe. I have 5 books out, but the only book I consider to be poetry is my collection Hei Kuu, which is formula 409. It's a roughly 100 page book of short poems slightly longer than traditional haiku or senryu. I just found a comfortable form of literary corruption and was addicted to social media. Facebook primarily. The poems were designed to be similar to the intense posts on a scroll. Condensed and poingneint. I worked on the book over 2019 and published it in 2020 after a month long illness with COVID and the George Floyd killing and subsequent riots and protests. My neighborhood didn't get much damage but the grocery store was boarded up multiple times and the toilet paper and occasional food shortages. Thankfully our building wasn't burnt down but the angry crowds passing by my window were vast. I also remember passing through downtown with the rifles and boarded up office towers. The people full of chaos at any whisper. I was just passing through downtown because I wanted to see what was going on. And hopefull that there wouldn't be too many construction jobs. It was all a terrible nightmare and the trauma is still there. It will always be a wound similar to the aftermath of the North side riots and protests of the 60s or the Labor conflicts in the early 20th Century. I'm currently slightly outside the city. I'm not sure if I should visit my old home for awhile. It's feeling like a ghost town. It was a situation that was ready to ignite. And without media footage of the knee on the neck, I'm not sure if the world would have ever even known. 

Will AI fake footage in the future? Of course it will.

Pretend you were there. The building is still crisp