Turning it Up May was June June was July What will we get this month? For sixty plus years A/C was optional. Now it keeps us alive. With cars going electric, where will energy sprout as we frogs in the pot begin to boil?
Category: poetry
POPO 2025 — Day 18 — Extreme Moderation
Extreme Moderation Summer and winter extremes, their domains of life and death; where only hardy dare tread, watched through windows instead. It is in freedom of spring and fall where moderation gives its all that we step out and call Nature our friend.
POPO 2025 — Day 17 — (chlorophyll coloring)
(chlorophyll coloring) Why do blue and green make such a perfect color combination? Chlorophyll and hydrogen each have three syllables. Blue and red from sun set into leaves and green bounces into our eyes through the sky. Blue light scatters because of the way it travels. Sun’s white light wiggles, worm-like, lazy-prismed sky stealers. Clouds…
POPO 2025 — Day 16 — Solstice
Solstice Lady Luna leads the way glowing reflection to look to balancing of darkness and light if just for a day. The cyclicity of things says things cannot stay still; peace must remain but ideal in a beautiful, terrible sea of chaos.
every so often (poem)
when least expectedyou walk out into a daythat says i love you note: this is exactly how it was when I stepped outside yesterday. I was running late for an appointment but pulled out the phone and took the pic.
POPO 2025 — Day 15 — Petroleum Way (re: Oil & Water Don’t Mix)
Petroleum Way (re: Oil & Water Don’t Mix) My elected rep just sent a proud email stating he’s introduced legislation that, if passed, would make it impossible to shut down Canada’s Enbridge Line 5, the decrepit oil pipeline that runs under the Straits of Mackinac. Building a tunnel around it won’t matter. It threatens fresh…
POPO 2025 — Day 14 — Happy Birthday, Loser
Happy Birthday, Loser One squeaky tank two sourpuss wretches and 10,000 empty risers vs. millions chanting freedom in the streets. No contest.
