Happy Birthday, Loser One squeaky tank two sourpuss wretches and 10,000 empty risers vs. millions chanting freedom in the streets. No contest.
Category: poetry
TNG 94 — #216
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. Today we look for images in our media gallery using #216.
dVerse — Prosery — The Enemy
image found at imgur The Enemy Drab olive duffel bulges on white chenille bedspread, waiting. Shaving, questioning in my reflection, I nick the curve of my jaw. Blood drips into sink. “Billy, come down for breakfast!,” Ma yells. I already know it’s blueberry pancakes by the aroma wafting up the stairwell. They’re my favorite, but…
POPO 2025 — Day 13 — Flag Day 2025
Flag Day 2025 Peaceful assembly carried the day in America. Small town folks came out in big numbers, energizing each other. We are not alone. Trained men on trained horses in large cities trodding on freedom breeding only contempt for a small man, orange-stained, straining on a gold throne.
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….
