A Writer's Inkwell : The First Three Weeks As 'Radical Anarchists'.

 This is my first short story published on my blog. Feel free to comment with thoughts/critique. A Writer's Inkwell : The First Three Weeks As 'Radical Anarchists'.: The city's Police Department had publicly announced their intentions to charge the pair of cousins with 'Willful Destruction of Pub...

The First Three Weeks As 'Radical Anarchists'.

The city's Police Department had publicly announced their intentions to charge the pair of cousins with 'Willful Destruction of Public Property', 'Conspiracy to Destroy Public Property', 'Disorderly Conduct', 'Resisting Arrest' and several 'public nuisance' complaints. They further added that written 'materials' in the form of a sort of  'manifesto' warranted the charges. Local conglomerate affiliate reporters swarmed over their families and current lives.
The young university students' landlord along with a handful of eager, 'stupefied', fellow tenants, reported: their year and half residency in that thin-walled apartment complex had resulted in one complaint for loud
music, one complaint for a speculative raucous argument; that they seemed 'nice', though somewhat 'odd' in dress and manner; always busy in their own affairs. One 'unnamed source' claimed  himself  friendly with the younger cousin, yet felt he had been 'accosted' by him a week prior to their arrests -for he had of a sudden been approached by that 'rambling' cousin, who attempted to 'recruit' him. Three employees of the nearby coffee shop informed reporters that the 'somewhat friendly but secretive' cousins' nearly daily 'sit-ins' until closing, consisted of: alternating 'heated' conversation and 'hushed' words and tones; of one writing with fury while the other dictated.
University officials affirmed both were students there, supplied their SAT' scores, and further added that their semester averages were quite high. When pressed, one university official 'revealed' that their own investigation concerning them and those of their 'confined' clique of peers was underway. They refused further comment.
Within a week all the 'dirty laundry' had been 'dragged out', 'sorted', 'laundered', 'hung out to dry' by the 'local media' - who then promptly dropped the whole matter.
One week after, both cousins were quietly found guilty of only misdemeanor 'Public Nuisance' and 'Disorderly Conduct' charges by the presiding judge, given fines to pay and time served.
Upon release they were minus half of their already meager possessions -thanks to an intense search by police; without scholarships - therefore also without student status; and without a 'good' name.
And the worst of it all? Every bit of the charges and the resulting media attention, were all wind and fast moving, dark cloud -without the threatened rain, hail, thunder and lightning. That is, until an ideologically driven corporate 'news' outfit got wind of the cousins' and their families' complaints concerning the whole matter -and somehow the supposed 'manifesto' as well. 

A Midlife Journal Entry -3/06/15

Sometimes I think that I am, in varying degrees, misunderstood by and perhaps at odds with the many people I call 'friend'. To be truthful, I am aware that my brain operates as though it is unconventionally wired. What I specifically mean, is that I sense that my varying moods and dispositions -of unfiltered directness at times, of a broad, perhaps superfluous, sense of humor at others, and of what surely must come off as pedantic rigidity at yet other times -has on occasion thrown them off....no doubt causing earnest head scratching.
To quantify this subjective abstract in relation to more concrete definitions of  'friendship',  I've thought of the totality of what is me being ingested by others as a type of wildly varied, moving (as though along the top of a conveyor belt) smorgasbord of personality and character; from which those who fairly well know me can pick and choose- according to their own given mood- from that which they are accustomed, or to also indulge in more unfamiliar or risque offerings (and I'll be the first to admit in open confidences that I am neither a saint nor a saintly sage), or they may choose something from among each..letting the unchosen pass them by with either shrugged befuddlement or with silent sagacity.
I have reasoned that one cannot, with any honesty,  fault friends of the oddity that is the eccentric (possibly bipolar) for such picky handling -for are we not each an individual who have chosen friendships for different reasons? Lord knows that I have entered into friendship with people that could be doppelgangers of me, and I certainly did take the same approach I have hypothesized that is taken toward me! Ha! 
So, in all seriousness, there can never be a righteous reproach toward anyone I call 'friend' on that account alone, and I would never consider such a reprimand.

This whole train of thought does provide guidance on a related, and more important matter: that while my brain is, at times, strangely hyperactive, at least I have the ability to have a good laugh at my own expense concerning my overthinking , then with a shrug of my shoulders, I am able to move on to other thoughts or tasks. While humor is the coloring of life, special care needs to be taken in keeping certain propensities in check; for the pitfall of  eccentricity is that we its bearers hold within ourselves its surplus of extravagances that can too easily: transmute a 'cloudy day' into depression; catch hold of and ride some random, willy-nilly 'wind' into fantastical musings; transmute musings into hours long daydreams; coalesce principles into a movement then elevate a movement to a call for revolution; and escalate public protest into full-blown riot.
 The specialized skills needed to check against such extremes are honest and rational self-introspection and reflection -two of the most valuable tools in any intelligent person's toolbox; and these are also two skills that I am sure my friends, gods love them, appreciate that I possess and employ when I sense in them that one or more of these eccentricities are expanding a mood or disposition to the point of it becoming too overbearing.
I freely admit the deep affections for my friends (including ones I've never met personally) relating to them each being unique individuals, and now that I have thoroughly over thought the entire matter ( little surprise there), I do believe that they, too, to whatever degree and in whatever intensity, have an affection for me as well. 

Hyacinth

Come!   steal away into the woods
with me and don't falter,
for to-day holds unspoken promise
that to-morrow may not honor! 
and through hours fade what minutes 
offer in briefer power. 

My love   my faun and muse
run with me along the path,
to meadows awash in the hyacinths
gracing each our Oaken wreath,
where together we'll stand 
eye to eye   breath in breath   skin on skin;

and each taking the other's hand 
let us vow in verse by turn,
to breathe and love by the caveat
God fashioned for us,
every day in each hour   hour by minute
beginning with this deep kiss! 

Works published to date

1. Prose - A Midlife Journal Entry http://awritersinkwell.blogspot.com/p/prose.html
2. Poetry - A Nocturne http://awritersinkwell.blogspot.com/p/poetry.html