Dalton Day

Hey, the common loon called. Yeah, it was hauntingly beautiful

Yes! I’ve been waiting for this!

Good mail day.

Ladybug shadow.

comment on a picture of a howard johnson’s breakfast menu from the 70s: I worked at Howard johnsons for 5 1/2 years. I just graduated from high school at 17. it was a great place to work on Market Street. Boardman Ohio. food was great. the best. All you could eat flounder on Wednesdays and all you could eat filled of sole on Friday Coffee brandy ice cream and Indian pudding. Food was so good! I miss those days. I am 76 now and wish i could go back for a day or two when life was simpler and food was good! the high scholl kids after friday night football used to come and surrounf me and sing Baby Face to me. oh the memories. Nannette Reese was my name back then.

novel in 12 lines. Nannette Reese Was My Name Back Then.

Frog.

#poem

THE SUPER-MEADOW Now we have reached the super-meadow. The long fat cows graze in the cool, tall grass. The meadow is for their pleasure, not ours. We like to go there when the day is thick As soup, and we glean wild honey From the hallowed ground. Super-meadow, You are my friend, and I will always Have a special place for you at Thanksgiving. You will never be alone, And you will never have to fight the fight Of living, where the rest of the world Will go by, combing its hair, Sprinkling trails of entropy On your weedless, wedless grass.

happy Thanksgiving from this all-timer by Noelle Kocot

slate @PleaseBeGneiss [before google] me: hey do you know if birds dream? stranger: nope me: ok

getting shot in the stomach and immediately stumbling towards my medicine cabinet to chug a bottle of pepto bismol

It’s beautiful. What lovely poems. 🌕

Jordan Windholz (@jwindholz.bsky.social)

Just started it! Wonderful bedtime stories.

O to be jewel toned and think of nothing other than poo poo

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