Poem this week, last part:

… thrust upon us by our neighbors, friends, relatives.

But hope is not a thing with feathers. It’s lost with the kneel-down, ring-kissing,
disappearance of resistance.

Pen this week, part 2:

Outside, leafless trees and steady drizzle offer no solace.

As the date neared, the road to madness, paved with lies turned white with ice, snow and fear. We hoped something, anything would
take back this misstep, this mistake, this nightmare
thrust upon us by our neighbors

Poem this week, part 1:

Martin Luther King Day, 2025

is full of rain, as if our weeping isn't enough.

The chills we feel as the calendar reaches
inauguration day transcend the frigid air, dreary sunrise to drearier darkness.

How stupid do you have to be to call in the guy who single-handedly destroyed Twitter's finances to "fix" the finances of our federal government? Insanity.

A Rabbi shares this (anonymously):

"Since other legal-minded folks have posted on this, and I've decided not to write a piece on it: the Hunter Biden pardon is morally right, politically right, and I hope it is followed by preemptive pardons of Fani Willis, Merrick Garland, & countless others.

Commercial fisherman. Teacher. Photographer. Poet. Writer.

"We cannot continue to participate in the social network feed of a man who proclaims the death of the media and therefore of journalists... X is a platform that no longer serves the public interest at all, but the special ideological and financial interests of its owner and his political allies"