Peter McCann Ashton

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No Kings! 10/18 coming to a city near you. Be there. Be heard!

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No Kings! 10/18 coming to a city near you. Be there. Be heard!

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In the words of that great freedom fighter Bugs Bunny, 'Watta maroon!'

He's making a list. He's having Kash, Todd and Blondi check once...

the morning purrrr. i love it.

hallelujah! take that, sinners!

yep

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wow. i cannot unsee this. fantastic

ty Sheryl.

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I got the Wordle in 2 this AM and I can't get anyone to acknowledge it so, sorry, I GOT THE WORDLE IN 2!

The word was 'QUOTE"

Wild Great Blue Heron standing tall in shallow water

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She glances my way
Greeting me with her smile
Just like family

ty so much.

People often complain about The System, but The System knows best...
The system is Optimal.

Inputs, limited as they are,

do not register the documented necessity

of upward reallocation

and the requirement to off-board

non-performing units.
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Ode to the Crimson Porcupine (a not-quite-Shakespearian sonnet) I dreamed desire wore a velvet spine, a trembling thing with barbs dressed up in red— a creature soft until the need to shine bristled its want, and every glance misled. You touch, you bleed. You flinch, you ache to hold. A kiss becomes a dare, a dare a wound. What blooms in blush soon cools to something cold, a love defensive, sharpened and cocooned. Still, I adore what cannot bear my hand— those eyes like garnets, teeth too shy to bite. The heart a trap, too tender to withstand the sweet approach that comes before the flight. Call it affection, call it self-designed: this yearning beast, this crimson porcupine.

Ode to the Crimson Porcupine
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BLUEBOTTLE SONNET after Pablo Neruda The fly trapped inside this poem pads the walls with sticky steps, wings as sharp as tongues, fussing at the routine line breaks of his dry aquarium. His eyes blur the curves of words, he counts the feet, ignores the rhyme which makes him larger than he is at times, tastes the tasteless consonance and swerves from deconstruction. Upside down, startled by the echo of a rusty voice, he hears a melody he used to sing. He tries to wash it from his head, wishing for a speck of bliss; something visceral, literal, and green. by D M Gordon from Nightly, At the Institute of the Possible

A poem after Pablo Neruda about a fly caught in a jar.

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