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Judge Orders Arkansas To Recognize In-State Same-Sex Marriages

Originally posted on Fort Smith/Fayetteville News | 5newsonline KFSM 5NEWS:

LITTLE ROCK (KTHV) – An Arkansas judge ordered officials to recognize over 500 same-sex marriages performed in The Natural State last year, a move that will let the couples enjoy benefits like filing taxes jointly.

Pulaski County Circuit Judge Wendell Griffen on Tuesday (June 9) validated marriage licenses issued to same-sex couples after another judge struck down the Arkansas’ gay marriage ban. The Arkansas Supreme Court halted the distribution of marriage licenses to gay couples after a week in May 2014 and is considering an appeal over a voter-approved same-sex marriage ban.

Griffen’s ruling means the couples have the ability to file taxes jointly, enroll together on state health insurance plans, appear jointly on a child’s birth certificate or even file for divorce. With that said, the state can still appeal Griffen’s ruling.

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The Beekeeper

His name was Nikolai
He asked me about bee’s
“Bee’s”, I replied
Confused by his boyish face
And his salt and peppered hair
Which came twenty years too early

I studied him while he talked
I almost forgot it was cold outside
Until I noticed the goosebumps
On his otherwise smooth golden-brown skin

Nothing about him made sense to me
I wanted nothing more than to offer him a warm place to hide from the cold
So I could get a better sense of who he was
But at that particular moment
It would have been wildly inappropriate to even suggest friendship
Maybe another time-Another place
He intrigued me like very few do

In a strictly platonic wonderment
I wanted to conquer his mind
And learn his secrets
Then his cell rang
And he was gone

Lost forever to me
I only knew his name
The golden-brown Beekeeper

Non-literal Loon

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© lee jeffries photography

Being brave
Being bold
Don’t get you old
Kid, I’ve seen men die
Seen em torn in two
The soul goes one way
While the body lies there
Forgotten like middle-aged memories

On the streets you gotta be quick
Set the spire
Light the fire
That’s what I’ll do

They’re all cold
Insulated by the hearts of psychopaths
Funded by the fascists on The Hill
A meal ain’t cheap
When they’re taking souls

Midday Murder

Some “poor sap” around 19, came into the subway I was eating at. He sat down close to me, started coughing and when I didn’t look up he told me, ” Sorry, I just had to get out of the heat!” I said “that’s ok” very plainly. He stayed there for a bit as I ate my six inch sliced turkey on wheat but when he realized I’m the heartless asshole I am, he moved on to the next person. She buys him what he wants. Happy I don’t have this dog peering at me begging for scraps any more, I continue to eat my sandwich nibbling on my jalapeno chips. Halfway finished with my lunch he sits right next to me and pretends to pray with enthusiasm. An overjoyed hallelujah here, a couple loud amens there. The duration of the prayer lasted longer than your average midday grace. I’m not saying he isn’t genuine, but my bullshit meter red-lined as soon as he walked in. I’m sure this joker is able to work. He walked in here expecting someone to buy him food and knew he’d end up with a free lunch. He’s worked this con before and he knew I knew!

I slowly ate, then checked the news on my phone while this bottom feeder ate. He began to put his trash in the sandwich bag, as did I. I exited the restaurant making sure I dawdled just long enough for him to notice me again.
I’m in my late twenties but look a few ears younger. I give off the aura of a do-gooder with my innocent smile but it’s all a facade!
He’s following me now. I walk a couple of blocks then turn down an ally like I’m taking a short-cut back to work. He yells out, “Can I bum a smoke, friend!” There’s something sinister in his voice! I think he might want to do me harm. I shakily feign, “Sure mister, as long as you’ve got the light!” I walk up to him pretending to check each of my pockets for a pack of cigarettes that aren’t there. I’m right up on him and he swings! He gets his fist even with his face, when he realizes there’s a blade stuck in his abdomen. The look on his face is disbelieve, then a slight chuckle, “Shark in sheep’s clothing.” His dying words.
I just leave the body where it fell! Albuquerque is dangerous with various gangs, vagrants, and drunks! The cops are understaffed and ran thin here. This will easily go unsolved. It will only make the news because it’s downtown!