Mona Ex Treme

She claws at my spleen, stretches her spine against my ribs / Her fiery breath flushes hot, prickles my skin / One day, she will snap her shackles and set us both free.

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🤣 Brilliant 👏

plaiting the snakes - eyes closed my medusa smile weaves
in and out - enclosing neural pathways, competing with the medication
blocking out the sounds of head hitting wall - over and over

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I've still got photos from Seattle to edit.
So many photos.
So little time.
Anyway, I finally got around to the 13 July folder.
Mount Rainier dominates the Seattle skyline. It's really beautiful. As seen here from the Bainbridge Island ferry.

Ask a Trumper what he wants.
He'll answer "Guns & money."
The gun to bulge his empty pants
So he can snag a honey.

The money is for buying class,
He thinks that it's for sale.
But one cool mil still leaves an ass
the same old big fat fail.
.~ RC deWinter

Visit one of the world's galleries virtually. What impresses, surprises, angers or otherwise intrigues you? Look for what unsettles you. Lean into the discomfort. Write about it. - Amy Crutchfield #30in30 writing prompt

A sculpture: Krishna Playing a Flute, Art Gallery of South Australia. It’s life-sized, dark wood, ornate, standing in on an azure block in the middle of the gallery floor. There are other Indian artworks in the background

Above a gallery of luminescent white girls bathing in moonlight and careful curtains

A boy sings, his flute raised to his lips, his
dark hips flirting—

He knows he’s beautiful. He’s never been taught to look away.

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(Krishna playing a Flute, AGSA)

Chaos cracks a quiet Tuesday afternoon / like a golf ball through a window pane / The scattered shards sparkle like stars

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I have tried in my way to be lyrically free / but I am drunk on the sound of this midnight choir / a bird listening in on a clandestine wire

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A pink tile with text reading “T.S. Eliot is misquoted as having said 'Good poets borrow; great poets steal' (It wasn't quite that...). Steal something. - David Brooks #30in30 writing prompt” Red Room Poetry’s logo is in the bottom right corner

A belly full of teeth/
rivermuck for shadow and a reedbed howl,/
this monster is stolen, her children kept from the ocean—

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Crouched, ears flat, eyes wide / Tiddles hones predator skills / Big Cat energy

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We travel in opposite directions, at different speeds, in disparate time zones / I have lost sight of you, our tracks now misaligned yet still I feel your presence / You are here, absent. I am without you, gone. You are within me, ungone.

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The Parkinson's Cotillion:

that slow dance - a death before death,
piece by piece you leave – I miss you
even as the new monster screams in frustration

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Red Room Poetry #30in30 prompt for 9 August: Pastel sway fur bone slight flick / elder knowledge knows but does she remember /me why should she /I am unremberable in her remarkable world /View, I miss her now she is gone. Too many leaving /Too much removed Write a poem to/about/into/loss/silence Nardi Simpson

A picture of my poem in response to the prompt: Your fountain pen With a stiletto nib a murder weapon bleeding royal blue - there was a haughtiness to the tilt of your chin sometimes softened by the light in your eyes reducing the things you saw into royal blue scribblings neither of us saw the cancer though perhaps if we had pierced it with the stiletto nib? perhaps if we had reduced it to royal blue perhaps this pen wouldn’t now be mine

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lower the voting age to 16 and make all politicians retire at 65 and watch the world improve

green eyes in the dark
my imaginary cat
- dust under the bed

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dream guide

It happened again

How Donald Trump faces the music The Department of Homeland Security's use of Woody Guthrie in its faintly fascist propaganda is just the latest example of Donald Trump's strange relationship with music.

Fabulous piece on Trump's bizarre relationship with music - wish I'd written this one, @theshufflediary.bsky.social ($) www.crikey.com.au/2025/08/08/d...

It’s not that life gets boring as you get older it’s just that I need to be home by 8:30 because my dog has a very strict bedtime routine

Heading south of Iowa City on Sioux Avenue #cycling

I buy the Elgin marbles for my garden - they are a steal
I tell the birds but they recommend caution
apparently VAT and Greek taxes are murderous

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Dog house
AFR fill-in
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Single frame. Left to right: Skip containing statue, paintings, books visible on left. Man in white coat at top of ladder feeding book into open mouth of a huge robotic dog with studded collar and dog-tag “AI”. Red bucket on floor below dog’s lowered rear. Second white-coated man says to onlooking woman: “It’s marvellous really. You just feed in all the intellectual property you can get your hands on without paying for it, then sell whatever comes out this end…”

Too easy!
My @smh @theage cartoon.

As you worry a loose thread in your red sweater, the fabric of reality unravels. Lemons vanish, followed by the memory of lemons. Sparrows, umbrellas, and Thursdays also disappear.

"There goes the platypus," the cat says. "Charming fellows."

You don't have a cat.

#whistpr #unravel #vss365 #charm

huge pelican statue at the plaza at Maroochydore on the sunshine coast - in front is the bridge over cornmeal creek, behind is a Myer sign

a rumble in the bird bath, a rumble in the sky - lightning, thunder, rain
and then the rainbow and the birds and the squawks are happy squawks
and the preening and the flapping and the day suddenly still

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3 lines from an eleven line poem

If you think a golden ballroom is more important than childhood cancer research… I have nothing left to say to you. Please unfollow me.

#pediatriccancer #cancermom

A brown pit bull mix with a black muzzle and white chest sits in front of a glass table that has several brightly colored stuffed dog toys and a dog birthday cookie with a lit candle.

@darthbluesky.bsky.social Kenzi thought you might be interested in her birthday haul from yesterday. She's been having lots of (LOUD!) fun with them to celebrate officially being an adult.

A photo of a quick pencil sketch of a tiny dragon. It is the size and shape of a bumble bee - and just as fuzzy, but with a slightly more reptilian head with dark, beady eyes, slender legs and short, leathery wings.

Bumble Dragon.

Entitled The Lean Days, three badgers scamper in wooded scene under full moon, illustration.

An illustration from Eileen Soper’s ‘When Badgers Wake’: ‘The Lean Days’.