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Indigenous Peoples Day — First People (repost with link to new Martin Panamick information)

image: “Fish”, by Martin Panamick Learn more about Martin Panamick (1956-1977) here. Also, looking for more information on Martin, I found this very interesting journal about him and how he was killed under mysterious circumstances. It’s going to be difficult to write about indigenous people in the North American continent without accompanying guilt and shame….

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.

POPO 2025 — Day 10 — satisfaction

satisfaction There’s nothing more satisfying than watching plants grown from seeds rising above the edge of the raised beds, reaching towards the sky, an inspiration to every eye.

OLN 393 — Destroying Evidence is a Crime

“Liberty Molested” (2024) Destroying Evidence is a Crimeerasure is a capital offenseredacted acts committed don’t existwhen felons strike the match there’s no defensea gravity of culling has besetideas, shapes, and sizes on the blockcreative output yanked from walls & shelvesrecorded testaments of what is bestand worst about a species gone awrywith highs and lows that…

POPO 2025 — Day 9 — She

She (for Mlady) She pads on silent paws that end feather-light leg bones attached with sleek tendons and muscles, housed in long, cottony-soft fur. She moves effortlessly this mute huntress, from screened door to screened door watching chipmunks scurry, bright-striped, brown-patched, along their chipmunk paths.