Dear Love, Please don’t look at me when we’re making love. My face is the dreams I forgot years ago, my arms and chest the road not taken. But you’re still the woman I found when I was lost. Hold me close and tell me yes.

What Does It Mean To Be Polish American? An interview I gave to the Polish American Historical Association youtu.be/xM68TPMLzRg?...

No I think you're mistaken its Joe Biden who is old

This is the guy who called Biden Sleepy Joe

Imagine if Biden kept falling asleep during pressers and had started a war causing an historic world energy crisis. And was a pedophile. wtf, @ms.now

Dear Love, Please don’t look at me when we’re making love. My face is the dreams I forgot years ago, my arms and chest the road not taken. But you’re still the woman I found when I was lost. Hold me close and tell me yes.

powerful poem John when he died the dog waited and waited then the dog died

My poem “war and peace” appears in the terrific online journal Vox Populi. Take a look. The journal has a lot of great stuff in it by great writers. If you’re writing, consider sending them some of your work voxpopulisphere.wordpress.com/2026/04/21/j... —

My poem “war and peace” appears in the terrific online journal Vox Populi. Take a look. The journal has a lot of great stuff in it by great writers. If you’re writing, consider sending them some of your work voxpopulisphere.wordpress.com/2026/04/21/j... —

a poet as a ouija board where all the past poets have a finger on the glass

This is why Russia is still fighting, why the war continues and why people are dying: Because Trump and Vance encouraged Putin to believe he could win

Maddow: Trump's fear is palpable as authoritarian peer Orbán is resoundingly rejected in Hungary themindlesspraetorianblog.blogspot.com/2026/04/madd...

Poetry doesn’t listen to what we want. It tells us to write, and we write.

‪Somewhere there's a poem weeping. ‬ ‪It's tired, lonely, afraid, grieving, abused, ‬ ‪fucked, lost, worried, in chains.‬ ‪Find it and love it.‬

Every life is an unfinished book, The last chapter buried In a grave no one can visit.

post mortem who signs off with THE END

A big thanks goes to James Donald Bowman, aka James David Hamel, now masquerading as the counchfucker J.D. Vance @JDVance - for making a complete fool of himself and Trump, pimping for Putin’s puppet in Hungary. 1/2

Buddha waits To melt into snow But the sparrow In his hands Sings a song That says Such dreams Live far off Better to smile And sing With it. He does.

I'm an engineer / scientist / inventor who now mostly focuses on writing & music. Also, I'm a dragon, sort of. And sometimes confused, sort of. From time to time, I shall be posting photos of trees, cats, raccoons, owls, and deer from my tiny refuge of Jeffendell. (Plus some music, possibly.)

Melania said she met her husband at a New York City party in 1998. Just to be clear, she actually met Marla Maples’ husband at a New York City party in 1998.

Melania said she met her husband at a New York City party in 1998. Just to be clear, she actually met Marla Maples’ husband at a New York City party in 1998.

Melania said she met her husband at a New York City party in 1998. Just to be clear, she actually met Marla Maples’ husband at a New York City party in 1998.

Every life is an unfinished book, The last chapter buried In a grave no one can visit.

Breaking News: God recalls mankind. Promises to fix problem.

Today’s poem is called ‘This is One of Those Poems without any Rhymes’.

later ~ perhaps

Trump hired her and she probably wants to hold on to her job as a liar

Sin sits In our eyes And heart And hands Like it’s The baby We all love.

The moon isn’t beautiful. It’s just an empty blush in the sky. You want beauty? Look at the sun With your eyes wide open.

How my father met my mother while on a death march bookhaven.stanford.edu/2019/07/then...

Trump isn't lying about grocery prices and tariffs — he's expressing contempt for the people who must live with the consequences, argues a political philosopher.

The world doesn't speak English. Or Spanish or French. It speaks the language of dreams and hope.

How my father met my mother while on a death march bookhaven.stanford.edu/2019/07/then...

Sin sits In our eyes And heart And hands Like it’s The baby We all love.

The moon isn’t beautiful. It’s just an empty blush in the sky. You want beauty? Look at the sun With your eyes wide open.

April Is Another Avoidance Month People fear poems because they are afraid of looking in the mirror at their hypocrisy. Entertainment is their escape. Entertainment is where they hide.

Writing poems Is one Of the 7 Deadly sins

Illegal Immigrants They dream of sorrow and food, the distance between them and those they love the moms who wait beside stoves the dads who sleep in grave

who said illegal are they not the illegality

April is National Poetry Month Why do people fear poems? Is it the way they're framed on the page with all that white around them. No place for us to escape? No place for us to hide?

Illegal Immigrants They dream of sorrow and food, the distance between them and those they love the moms who wait beside stoves the dads who sleep in grave

FUCK ART

WAR LITERATURE AND THE ARTS If you're interested in articles and poems and stories and art dealing with war, check out this free online journal. All 19 volumes are produced by the US Air Force Academy and feature tons of interesting stuff www.wlajournal.com/archives #war #literature #art

I stopped doing Facebook eight years ago, and X almost three years ago. Someday I'll disappear from here as well. Great song. They don't make 'em like they used to. youtu.be/-HFCuBLAjXo?...

For the folks in the back.

emotions are everything

Stupidity and Writing What I like about stupidity is that it is a tremendous source of inspiration. I look back at the dumb things I've done, and my first response is to turn away. But I've trained myself to say, “Oh, there's a poem there."

Enlightenment and Living I could write a big book about all of the mistakes I've made in my life. But it would take a lifetime to write and a lifetime to read about all of my blunders. So I'm writing about my victories in Gabe's Little Book.