My Wife Kim Ryan Has Now Gone To Protecting Me Following Threats Spoken By Raleigh Police At Our Front Door Wednesday Afternoon … Poem by Dennis Ryan

Saturday morning, September 28, 2024 at 6: 30 a.m. and continued at 6: 49 a.m. and 6: 58 a.m. and 7: 12 a.m.
and 7: 19 a.m. and 7: 22 a.m.; poem completed and published at 7: 36 a.m.

My wife Kim has gone into protective mode,
trying to protect me from more police-initiated violence—
by the Cary P.D. (the 13-stitch scar on my left forearm
put there by Cary Police-initiative on May 4, 2023,
preceded by a stabbing that just missed an artery
in my right firearm in Brew House in downtown Cary
mere months before, again courtesy of the Cary P.D.)
and the Raleigh P.D.—and so she wants me to go
with her and one of my sons down to the North Carolina
coast this coming Monday morning instead of remaining
at home to look after our cat Hanna, our only pet that
the police have't killed and/or maimed during our 22+
years living at our present Raleigh address—our three
other pets (two cats and a dog) maimed then murdered
beginning in May 2002 one month after we moved
to Raleigh from Durham to escape direct Durham P.D.
violence and ongoing police intimidation for two-and-
one-half years at our then Durham apartment complex,
The Mews, just off Martin Luther King Drive in Durham,
after our move to Durham from Storm Lake, Iowa, where
the town's mayor and my Buena Vista University boss
Sandra Madden and Police Chief Mark Prosser were
actively at work arresting and detaining our 14 year-old
and 12 year-old sons Devin and Shawn in a vendetta
I was warned was forthcoming by computer science
professor Paul Bowers whose wife Hollis Drake was
a fellow English professor in our English Department
where I served as Director Of Freshman Composition l,
not to mention as Head Of The Japanese Department
in a rare dual appointment, the same kind Stanley Fish
enjoyed at Duke University at the time, Circa 1996-2000.

In any event, local police departments have known
about our change in plans for several days—Poem
Hunter Police agitator Mordsmoi claiming to me in his
put-down-artist messages as lately as yesterday that,
in sum 'Police know everything about you …' so that
yesterday morning shortly after Mordsmoi's messaging
me the Cary Police in a hidden police cruiser were hiding
at the far side of an adjacent building right next to a Cary
Starbucks, hiding there clandestinely for up to an hour
while I was having coffee inside of Starbucks. I got the
cop's license plate number: 54002-W. He finally drove,
scurried away—the way police mouthpiece Mordsmoi
scurries away after messaging me—when I placed
a call to an acquaintance's cell phone from Starbucks
which established Cary police presence on the scene
as the officer was clearly communicating by police
radio with his superiors in the downtown Cary
Police Headquaters from shortly after 9 a.m. until
almost 10 a.m. EST. from this Cary Starbuck's
location along Walnut Street next to Jarrard Jewel-
ers. What else need be said? Rien … Nothing.