"heaven bound, p ound after pound" led towards cliff, nose ring tied to the tail a head, herd hou nded here and there till the er's no where left b ut u p. f al ling over our e dge, ho ping for a heaven and finding where a ledge really leads. #vss365 | #ring

"fair" there, where owls orbited. couldn't keep what ga'hoole's guardians got up to; but I still rem ember how those days smelled, new paper open ing to pawing kids trying to justify giant tomes of bone. pages lost to finger tips, but I still feel em come spring. #Cassiopeian | #Guardian

"taxes are a curse of culpability. " #WildWalkPrompt | #Pure

pooling, in the footfalls #fools #poetry #resist

some sunday evening reading: nemoetry.com/words

Nail It To a Wall #poetry | #resist

MiddayGreenery #photography #art

dragon's dragging a long. grey orange gray lighting the way. an ender itself, this apex approaching, gator going, ancient dragon drooping along. belly full of man-plastic, gastrics churning through bone and bushel but nothing in her maw can make mince of the polyethylene gnawing at Gator's gullet.

"news" circuitous circumference, circumspect arguments revolve round & round, bound to the death spiral spun on air. lives lost, wasted by foxes facing us straight at the storm they see, but righting the ship could be bad for prophets. and that's all that means much anyway. #vss365 | #revolve

"passing by" days clinging to her hull, scars of rust lingering 'gainst the salty spray. call it nature's nurturing, rocking a mighty mast to past at last. trawler trumbling along till it can't. #Cassiopeian | #Nature photo by me too.

advertise ments ce menting wants in wander ing eyes. lies crossing formed lines. so small you can't tell at all , at first, but a lob ster boils slow don't it. till we'r e roiling, pressed gainst th e pot we're bro ught in. told it's our lot. nothing to do but boil over no?

"can't call it war" fascinators festering in evening reign, lain to lie there, left be hind like a kid off Bush's bushel. plastic pluck ed clean, made lean on Trump's folly. nother war to wage, wrought to fascinate with hate. country shot, not even trying to justify his lie. #vss365 | #fascinate

HELL #vss365 | #frustrate

jumping in to spring #poetry | #spring

"slow-burn" look ; flames licking at the wavering flag, fluttering in the soon-coming heat, parts piled up till there's no where left to burn but up, like lake's lingering waves taking clay out slow, so slow you can't see the erosion till our ground finally falls away. #vss365 | #waver

Chilly #photography #ice

Night Sounds #poetry | #night

Cy-cli-cal #poetry | #resist

Won't the Sun Quit Coming Up? #poetry | #resist

Setting #art #photography

but doc, yo soy pagliacci #emoetry | #regaled still working on this one, may try again. it's meant to be choppier than i usually write but i'm not sure how well that works.

"called witches" glistening in each other's heat, warmth wrapping round our feet. moment falling away like fat off pig back, lost again till the tide deigns to take us away. mome nt made to end, and what an end it will be. #vss365 | #warmth

"call it a riot" huddled here; in the undoing, in the coldest winter we've trundled through. huddled here; together for warmth, in the glowing cinders we've made. huddled here; tumbling together in this improvisation we've found around US, burning for a brighter tomorrow. #vss365 | #warmth

"long leaf pine" iron chopping at tree, pining for more as it bores, deeper and deeper. hurricane harrowing, narrowing the list left to stay cross coastal copse, even more than man hands can. scar healing slow but the tree will remember still. #Cassiopeian | #Heal @yeehawpoems.bsky.social

"moments" warm sun on a cool day. summer morning dew, stuck to shoe. running from the rain. smelling sea's salty perfume. lingering lakeside in her laughter. cracking autumn leaves. precious seconds, slow going seasons, embracing in the amber of our moment. #vss365 | #precious

flooded field too hard to focus in, sloshing swamp bringing in rot. quit trying to try the atrocities, just hang the basterds till they're dead. no kings. no masters. no kleptocratic basterds.

flammable preamble, people forced feeble. evil electing itself again and again, lain low by reagan, left to fester, till the tumor turned trump, belching lies and spittle, turning our nation brittle to pilfer pockets till there's nothing left. how much more till we quit the quiet and fucking riot.

"bolt" bottled, to hold it a moment more, pac ing cros s the pau ses we h old. lightning lingering in the swelling rain. #vss365 | #lightning

thunder crashing down, spellbound to the sound. rain tinging on tin roof, buffeted bluff stuffed to the gills with tree shaking thrills. sat still, long time past crashing's close, still spellbound to flash's parting sound. #vss365 | #spellbound

we got us some a those too #poetry | #resist

"we got us one here too" filth overhead, falling fast, turning oilsleek in the ringing rain . filth falling on the- ocracy, bombs bought for billions to feed the beast, golden calf and all a that. dictators de lighting in the debris.

"Storm's Eye" NEMO #vss365 diamonds in the rough, bluff banks covered in their stare. jewelry to adorn their hair, heirs wading for the world to change. river range closin in, drowning under denial's tide. tossed asunder ; no boat to ride, praying for storm's eye, where lost diamonds die .

"deadly distraction" maga magnanimous, moving flippy floppy to blast khamenei calling it protestor protection, professing death for homegrown heroes in the same breath. where was hegseth when noem put gun to pretti's head? blasting venezuelans magnanimously i guess. #vss365 | #magnanimous

cealchan #cassiopeian | #clovers

"hot sweat" lingering lethargic in dusk's sweet heat, brows beat like a drum, twiddling thumbs while we wait for our world to change. never seems to till it does, night falling like a bomb. #vss365 | #lethargy

"a wretch" proteinous, the plutocrat's pupil, vision lying through its teeth. clear as a cloud. cataracts catching up, age finally finding him but he's still vying for another morsel of eternity, etching him self in our bones, making a billion burial mounds as he goes. #vss365 | #cataract

another "starfish" #vss365 | #splendor

"starfish" splayed out, spurned for gene rations, made to mean der like it mattered, this cradle we've cluttered till claus trophobia closes in, no "ho ho ho" to laugh in, just the clutter we' ve piled up in Atlantic splendor. can 't call it vengeance, just the karma we keep. #vss365 | #splendor

"you & i" circling cyclically, pushing & pulling in the tide. trying. trying to take a little time to take a modicum of a mo ment broken up by an ampersand telling onlookers that you & i circle side by side gainst the push and pull of time. #cassiopeian | #ampersand

"Feb. 28" martyrs made in the morning sun. heaping helpings of hurt to hold you over till them cows come home. lies told on teleprompters, bombs blasting kids to ash , mourning sun rising over bloodied backpacks. all to make an easier menace. midterms meandering like they matter in the splatter.

. Landscape series three 25 .

"pooling" \gerund\ an accumulation into commonality. #poetry | #resist #poetrycommunity

"We" cosmic dust co llecting cross th e expanse we ex ist against. gravity guiding our grandeur, stellar sights to delight in. atoms accumulating for an eternity until we get to be. existence just a flash in the pan, cosmic dust accumulating into something else again #vss365 | #stellar

my new year's resolution (at the end of February) is to keep my website updated. I have not succeeded yet. nemoetry.com

"casus belli" carthago delenda est. from river to sea; razed to salty dust. history dictated by basterds, wash ing their hands of the crazed blaze they taught, screaming; gaza delenda est. dictated genocide, city bombed to naught in the crazed blaze they brought. #vss365 | #crazed

"commodity" glaciers wrapped in saran, sold in pieces to a store near you.

foundation #vss365 | #mystified

"an ocean of" the not jellyfish floated, finding purchase in the cartilage of apexes, in the bones of floating things, in the shells of crunched shrapnel, in side so many million miniscule things, an ocean of plastic. malignant microbes; the not jellyfish floating along. #vss365 | #miniscule

"last song sung" jingling along; rust relishing in each crackling crevice. junk jostling along, locked to our tide as we churn out more bits to bob atop ocean's salty spray, lain to rest at last in the depths far from sun's sigh t. light lost 'long the way. #vss365 | #junk

French Kiss #vss365 | #kiss