Heres what #pedo-tRump gets
for all his #destruction:
greenery gone. Now desert.
People thirsty, drink last drops
from discarded cans,
+ without #health-insurance/care,
mere skeletons of selves. RIP#USdecAy #politics #death #photo #heresy #bsky #writer #poet #author #environment #stopICE #endWAR
— Eileen ike West (@ikewest.bsky.social) December 11, 2025 at 11:05 PM
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The Sun emitted a strong solar flare on Nov. 30, 2025, peaking at 9:49 p.m. ET. NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory captured an image of the event, which was classified as X1.9 class: https://t.co/cAJ3UyYL6n pic.twitter.com/aJTLGKxXXl
— NASA Space Alerts (@NASASpaceAlerts) December 1, 2025
The following six song titles make for easily banked together quasi-Haiku. Please, lyrical reader, merely look down the list of titles, and you’ll see it is so. (Ah, poetry. It shows up everywhere.)
Whistler of Petty Crimes is my third published book, and each manuscript ends up handled by three distinct publishing companies, and a grand variety of pro’s. In my experience every publishing outlet proves unique in the ways they ask authors to wrestle with the enigma of publication.
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