POPO 2025 — Day 12 — Claws

Claws It is not through the face but the ears with which a cat shows her mood. Pointed forward with purr. Pointed back with tail swish. Eyes can go either way. The beast in her is in her claws.

The Oracle Speaks — Ask a rock why

Ask a rock why. When will they be, forest-haired, singing some stormly sky to lathered light? Diamond-breasted dreamers lust after summer shadow. Sad moon honey crushes ache together, bitter, smelly eggs. Red rain, please recall garden petal dresses, sweet roses moaning with their bare fiddle symphony. Bonus message: play goddess, shine show no ugly rust….

POPO 2025 — Day 11 — Knowing

Knowing Knowing such things happento us, are happening to others,knowing such things are possible,how can we, they, go on withoutdismantling? Many do.If they, we, survive, how?These are questions screamingin our faces right now.