Allyson and I
Just marked our forty-four years
Together last week

The more things change the
More they stay the same or worse
Entropy always wins

Sunrise through dawn mist
A ball of fire heating from
Red hot to white hot

Rising sun, first red
Then orange and then yellow,
White sand turns to gold

I grew up in the Fifties, when “jailbait” was used to describe any female below the age of consent, whatever that was regionally not just national.

Lots of “Farmer’s Daughter” & “shotgun wedding” jokes but there’s a phrase I never forgot: “Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed!”

Low bar, yes?

That the People have the power
To redeem the work of fools
Upon the meek the Grace is showered
It’s decreed the People rule

I was dreaming, in my dreaming
Of an aspect, bright and fair
And my sleeping, it was broken
But my dream, it lingered near

In the form of shining valleys
Where the pure air rarified
And my senses newly opened
As I awakened to the cry

(cont.)

Sorry to bother you like this, but you can’t be messaged.

I created my Patreon membership to your JL8 page (?) but when I logged in today it’s acting as if I hadn’t joined.

My membership email received 29 August 2025 charged me $10.80 annually.

—DND—

The lower left corner box shows my av

Ack!