thank you, asshole under the bridge at lake nokomis. thank you for catching that wonderful musky and using the big plastic bag from the trash can next to you to store it and do god knows what else to it. thanks for slamming it on the ground. Thanks so much for fishing with a license (let’s be real, here: you look like a hobo)! Thanks so much for killing a rare fish in a recovering lake. Just a big fuckin thanks to you.

on another note, I actually do love the fact that we have so much wildlife and natural splendor goin on right here in Minneapolis. I had a lovely morning kayaking with my family. So kudos to the city.

SO…the title is mostly sarcastic.

I find arguing with pacifists extremely pointless. I’m sorry if war isn’t right—it’s not. I think we can all agree on it. But simply saying that we should be able to work it out without offering any solutions is ignorant.

so, I wrote a villanelle, and it turned out pretty horribly. enjoy the cliché, etc. Also, I used six syllables for each line, but I’m thinking I should’ve made it more like ten syllables.  

• Let love lay waste to time

since shrines are all that’s left

and never met by thine.

•  Moonlight alone does shine

lest absence will define;

let love lay waste to time

• Who with solace divine

crashes forth, through her brine

she’ll not be met by thine

• For those halfhearted kind

let stoic passion rein

and let love lay waste to time

• Listen! they scream, with a

regret of their time: “twill

never be met by thine!”

• Spent apathy teaches:

If time be waste to love

let love lay waste to time

and never met by thine.

Writing a villanelle may be one of the more challenging things I’ve had to face this week.