Just A Few Words

Regarding the Kathy Sierra fracas, after much consideration and silence on my part, I am beyond tired and beyond angry. I have been wrongly named and targeted, tied to death threats I didn't make and tasteless posts I didn't write.

Did I link to the blogs prior to the offensive posts appearing? Yes. So did a lot of other people in the blogosphere, because there was some brilliant writing there before the blogs wrapped themselves around a tree.

I'm now up to 681 hits on google with my name and "death threats" combined, have received emails from people saying they've gotten comments condemning them for linking to or advertising with this blog because “she has been involved in making death threats against Kathy Sierra,” which is not true.

As my family name is raked over the coals across the web and in mainstream press, I would ask those of you who decided to tie me to these threats to spend the time I just did sitting still, considering your own motives and assumptions.

There are layers and layers of important issues that intelligent people can tackle and use to make meaning out of this. I hope that effort moves forward.

To all of you who have demonstrated your support, I thank you.

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For the record

It is terrible that someone has made death threats against Kathy Sierra. I hope that she pursues those individual(s) vigorously. I expect that she will use that same intense energy to publicly exonerate those who did not make those threats.

update april 22:

....still waiting.

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recipe

warms you doesn't it,
nerves tingling
places you can't
reach
your
lies stretch
so far up.

venom sweet
tip of tongue
strychnine in
a muffin tin,
perfect desert
crumbs line
your mouth like
dimestore lipstick.

bake me a cake
just as fast as you can
cool it on the window sil
before the sun licks
the frosted foothills.

sudden exposure,
your finest creases
are still etched
in the linen that slips away.

no home

no home no home to go home to
stuffed bear
where
miles and miles far
don't send me away
the first time they
send me, i wonder
who will take care of me?

go home no home
write my way through
find ground
that doesn't make me quake
take me away
don't take me
who will take care of me?

faceless ghosts burn
my face
fire for
fingers
running through me
too hot to stand
can't get out of my
own skin.

stop!

is there an ending, another beginning?
the seconds unbearable,
waiting.