KMRidgley
@kmr-art.bsky.social
Artist/Poet. Music and Photography enthusiast. 🎨🖌️🖋️🎼📷, & 🥨Logic.
Living in an Arizonacal way. 🏜️💟☮️☯️🌟
Lover in a dangerous time;
wondering where the lions are.🦁
Living in an Arizonacal way. 🏜️💟☮️☯️🌟
Lover in a dangerous time;
wondering where the lions are.🦁
That's a biting comment. 🍏😋
November 27, 2025 at 8:47 PM
That's a biting comment. 🍏😋
But there is a mushroom...🍄
November 27, 2025 at 8:22 PM
But there is a mushroom...🍄
Hey Ann...
youtu.be/qD3U3sb54Z4?...
youtu.be/qD3U3sb54Z4?...
Thank You Too!
YouTube video by My Morning Jacket - Topic
youtu.be
November 27, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Hey Ann...
youtu.be/qD3U3sb54Z4?...
youtu.be/qD3U3sb54Z4?...
MTG has miles to go before she runs her voodoo down.
November 23, 2025 at 3:57 PM
MTG has miles to go before she runs her voodoo down.
November 18, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Johnson: Off year erections are not indicative of what's to come...
November 5, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Johnson: Off year erections are not indicative of what's to come...
Come on jury! Mustard up the courage! 😋🥪
November 5, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Come on jury! Mustard up the courage! 😋🥪
Hopefully the jury can mustard up the courage.
November 5, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Hopefully the jury can mustard up the courage.
Yes, indeed! No matter how you spread it or cut it, the charges should be toast. It's all so cheesy anyway, lettuce take a bite out of the BS! Me thinks they're in a pickle...🥪🧀🥬🥒
November 5, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Yes, indeed! No matter how you spread it or cut it, the charges should be toast. It's all so cheesy anyway, lettuce take a bite out of the BS! Me thinks they're in a pickle...🥪🧀🥬🥒
The last verse of the poem "The Indigo Bunting" by Robert Bly -
I love you where you go
through the night, not swerving,
clear as the indigo
bunting in her flight,
passing over two
thousand miles of ocean.
I love you where you go
through the night, not swerving,
clear as the indigo
bunting in her flight,
passing over two
thousand miles of ocean.
September 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM
The last verse of the poem "The Indigo Bunting" by Robert Bly -
I love you where you go
through the night, not swerving,
clear as the indigo
bunting in her flight,
passing over two
thousand miles of ocean.
I love you where you go
through the night, not swerving,
clear as the indigo
bunting in her flight,
passing over two
thousand miles of ocean.
...and thoughts of Georgia. 🖌️🎨
September 24, 2025 at 12:22 AM
...and thoughts of Georgia. 🖌️🎨
Wrong. They. Are. Republicans.
September 3, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Wrong. They. Are. Republicans.
Hit me with your best braut! 🌭
August 14, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Hit me with your best braut! 🌭
I heard it's because Vance wouldn't give them enough cushion...
August 7, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I heard it's because Vance wouldn't give them enough cushion...
Yeah, one on its own, propping up that leaning tree trunk...👁️🪵🦉
August 6, 2025 at 7:52 AM
Yeah, one on its own, propping up that leaning tree trunk...👁️🪵🦉
