a hazy darkness
in the southern sky
let’s play
one more game

a hazy darkness
in the southern sky
let’s play
one more game
This morning, I sent the following message to Charles Grassley, Iowa’s Republican senator which was immediately ‘bounced back’. Apparently, he doesn’t wish to hear from his constituents.
I’ve contacted his office over the years including a particularly angry and frustrated missive following the deaths of Renee Good and Alex Pretti in Minneapolis. This is the first time my emails have come back undelivered.
Therefore, I’m voicing my displeasure with the current state of affairs here. My email, with the Subject line reading simply ‘Iran’, went like this:
NOT PLEASED!!
This deranged “president” of destruction is a clear and present danger to the magnificence of what this country used to stand for.
We are now mocked and scorned by the rest of the world. Oh. Unless you’re a dictator / authoritarian regime!
I think it’s official. The disjointed “united” states of America is an autocracy.
More than ever, I fear for our future.
Congress has ceded far too much power to Trump. We’re at war and he has not consulted with Congress. He has not made the case for his Epstein-distracting Iran war to the public. His “justification” for the attacks changes nearly hour to hour. He hasn’t held a news conference.
Do we need also fear the US will kick off a nuclear attack?
Aren’t you concerned, Senator? Have you no shame? Where is your defense of the Constitution you were sworn to uphold?
There has been so much outrage since he came on the scene. It’s exhausting. We all just want to live our lives, be safe, happy and healthy without all this continuous garbage. Argh! Our country is in the toilet!! Don’t you and your Republican cohorts care?
Or is remaining in power the only thing that matters to you guys?
Judy’s number prompt for this week’s challenge is 236. Here’s the pics from my archive that fit the bill.












curtains drawn back
in winter’s bluster,
prior to even
a hint of dawn,
rare and intermittent
proof of life
the fragrance
of my husband’s coffee
as he tosses the grounds
into the trash

pink grosgrain ribbon
toddler wearing a summer straw hat
Papa’s garden reveille
thrift shopping
with the neighbor down the street
blue, her favorite color
seeping dreams
pepper a raisin sky
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Common Nighthawk
awaits the dawn
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plum-tinged brushstrokes
erase the darkness
Just LOOK at what you’ve unleashed on the world!!!
baby’s breath links arms in spring bouquet
tender shoots spill over simple vessel
lovers embrace beneath sweeping boughs
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