LuLu knows dinner is almost ready... I told her myself!

My sous chef has arrived

Oh SNAP!!

Fox legal analyst responds to Trump’s unhinged and psychotic posts calling for Democratic senators and representatives to be executed for posting a video urging service members to obey their oath to the Constitution and follow the law in the UCMJ.

The only way to for the public to see complete Epstein files is to leak it. Do it. Now. Anything else is complicit.

Pam Bondi will not have a license to practice law when this is all over. You can’t stay a bar member and agree to investigate only members of one political party for child sexual abuse but not members of the other. And, you can’t do it after previously saying no one else could be charged.

Hello Blue Sky! I'd like to share: First, thank you to my new followers. I'm following all, & I'll include you soon, if I haven't yet. For days at a time, I receive no new followers & here I am today, with nearly a hundred or more. I'm honored to meet you! Does this happen to you? Odd or normal?

August turns September,
her days as leaves,
age beyond linger,
knowingly,
her heart, a gull on wing,
her song, we long remember
farewell in wind
to leaves set free,
like my heart,
or waves.

He’s desperate for this to go away. Don’t let it..

I remember you,
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever
you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.

I'll give
the missing
music, color, stars,
my soul in brushstrokes,
to complete
your unfinished portrait,
asleep
in my heart

my jacaranda canopy,
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb
and August mornings forever
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved with sunshine, shadows,
and laughter,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking,
at robins and roses
and scented lavender clouds,
young songs in the sky

upon
this most royal
lily pad,
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press such pearly lips,
to dreams on the moon;
regal and pure
his melody,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.

My midnight sojourn,
Avast, her moon's a-callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee.

This gross incompetent was on the Bingo Card. Along with a couple of others. Who's next in line? Bondi, Rubio? Lutnick, Kennedy? Hell, they're all bumbling half-wit jackasses.

sometimes
a moment is golden
when one inner joy,
unique, fleeting,
stretches its limbs
from slumbering depths
to singular knowledge,
standing new,
awakened,
fresh in its own truth,
its heartbeat,
one simple recognition,
alone, unlocked
alive