Farmers vote for you-know-who. You-know-who implements tariffs. Tariffs annihilate farmers. You-know-who decrees $1.8 billion to help farmers.
The American people get stuck with the tab. Thanks, farmers. NOT!

Farmers vote for you-know-who. You-know-who implements tariffs. Tariffs annihilate farmers. You-know-who decrees $1.8 billion to help farmers.
The American people get stuck with the tab. Thanks, farmers. NOT!
puppy trembles when we turn north —
he knows where we’re headed.
when Coco’s ordeal is over,
the vet gives us the thumbs-up.
once again, he’s our happy boy.
halting, cautious footsteps
off-trail preferable to icy pathways
the busy swish of nylon gaiters,
crunch of snow underfoot
deep breaths, a racing heartbeat
the brisk exhilaration
of a cold December afternoon
first December Saturday
bells & sirens, crisp morning air
Santa perched atop a firetruck
waves to all, up & down every street
~ for Bill

cajoling the last of it out of the tube
I deplore the wasting of anything
yet every light’s left on in the kitchen
Once again, I must swear off the news.
Every time I think – yes! – this is what will be his undoing, the rat bastards provide the necessary cover to enable his foul, despicable, corrupt regime to carry on.
How do these men and women sleep at night? Truly, have they no shame?
a range of three to twelve hours
five nearly passed and still, no sign
I wait for my first sourdough to rise
I yo-yo the thermostat
too warm, too cool, too warm again —
the change, many years long past
so that’s not it! —
I think my indecisive body
simply cannot make up its mind
barefoot across a late-night floor,
frigid air streams in, unopposed —
our front door fallen open —
winter letting itself inside
I shiver in the realization
there are those with so much less
than what we take for granted
Chit Chat