Fun Poem: Spacekill by Robert Borski

Strange Horizons this week carries a short poem, "Spacekill" by Robert Borski.

Read it, it's fun, with a clever premise and cool images.

It assures you that you won't find anything much that's splatterable in space, warns you of the dangers of what you actually might find, cautions you to "keep your scrapeware activated"; and ends by recommending against a spacekill barbecue.

My favorite bit: "or even,/ heaven forfend,/ quantum medusae (a ramscoop of/ these and you/ can pretty much kiss your present/ timeline goodbye)."

 

 

 

Raid on Rainbow Lounge

 In honor of San Francisco's Gay Pride Parade.

(That's a double rainbow over market street, New Year's Eve, some years ago.)
 

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One of my gay Clarion-mates, who is in Texas, posted on Facebook to say that the Fort Worth police last night raided the Rainbow Lounge, a new GLBT venue.  They arrested a bunch of people for being drunk. In a bar. All the accounts make it seem as though the police were being deliberately provocative.
Everyone's waiting for an explanation. (Well, that and organizing protests.)

All this on the anniversary of Stonewall. Does the Fort Worth police department have an overdeveloped sense of irony or what?

 

ETA: There was a protest. 
And the police explained they weren't picking on the gay bar, they were going after all bars. Apparently in Fort Worth, it's illegal to be drunk in a bar.
I am hoping this turns out to be a tempest in a teacup.

ETA2: Here's the police statement about the raid, I mean, the Inspection. The police were apparently irresistable.