American Imperial Corporation Terrorism

The capitalist-imperial reach of the unrelenting American Doctrine and Policy of war-for-profit and profit-by-war might now only be checkmated by China, Russia and North Korea.

I remain steadfast in my long-lived support for the People of Venezuela and their right to the collective ownership, stewardship, management and benefit of their nation’s wealth of land and resources — which the United States of Corporations of America, historically and contemporaneously, has thwarted through dispossession, exploitation and greed — then, following the People’s Bolivarian Revolution, through sanctions, blockades, asset-seizures and threats to Venezuelan trade partners.

The US/CIA attempted to assassinate — and eventually did slow-kill Venezuelan President Hugo Chávez; now, early this morning, They have attacked Caracas, Venezuela and couped President Nicolas Maduro, kidnapping both he and his wife under a contrived, perjured, and empty USDOJ indictment.

THIS IS INSANITY.
THIS IS STATE TERRORISM.

and, Cuba will be next.

Solidarity with the People of Venezuela.

Solidarity with the People of Cuba.

America is a violent scourge on, and an insatiable, destructive and demonic presence in the World.

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americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:

Stop focusing your energy

on the effectively useless,

always selective,

always tenuous,

always exclusive,

always revocable,

First Amendment,

right now.

right fucking now.

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wowowow | triple-palindrome wow

wowowow / wow³

a triple-palindrome exclamation or declaration of the word “wow”;

“wow” inarguably, operates as the most perfect palindromic superlative declarative or exclamatory, ever, and is infinitely palindromic — but the trinity, the triplet, the trifecta, of three interconnected wow’s is goldilocks’ zone sublime.

triple-palindrome wow:

wowowow. alternatively, wowowow!

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that’s all i know



a companion truths poem to, and
influenced in part by, this most beautiful
dreamt song and these sweetly sung truths,
by Rodney Crowell.


my mother turned 75 years-old yesterday
and that’s all i know,
about her
anymore

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august

say something about August.

well,

it sweats and sticks
then is gone too quick
just when you begin to tolerate it;

if Sunday Scaries were 31 days in a row;

a sudden carpeting of yellow leaves on green grass — current fall rate: 1 leaf per minute —my instrumentation: a pair of 5+decades-old eyes;

there will be no prolific fruiting on the two black walnut trees this year — and i am guilty with a schaudenfreude regarding the red squirrels;

the starlings stack the power lines and camouflage themselves in the green tree tops
this, a rest stop in their annual migration

those synchronized swimmers of atmosphere,
a singular heartbeat, a murmuration, of hundreds of individuals, these beautiful communists.

i have become invested with the observation and documentation of phenology:

i expected them this week.

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have mercy.

in mid-July, the summer-resident barn swallows who had successfully raised and launched four fledglings by June 23rd, 2025, attempted to raise a second brood;

while i am not absolutely sure if it was the same set of parents or another in the barn swallow community that utilized the nest — as there is a collective of more than a dozen swallows that visits and assists in feeding sometimes too — it is most likely they are the same parent pair;

this is the second summer the barn swallows have nested here in my barn — using last year’s well-constructed nest which they attached to one of the joists like a balcony cantilevered on a Chicago highrise;

i began leaving the overhead barn door open when i first noticed them circling and investigating the barn a few years back; and i was thrilled last year when they began construction of their nest — they were so very welcomed and wanted here — i now know to leave the barn door raised from mid May through July to give them access.



the first brood of four swallows,
not quite fledged, but stretching their wings in the safety of the barn, June 2025

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as the crow flies, as the apple falls.

i watched Aftersun,

making my way thru films, on lists, i’ve apparently missed


when it ended,
it was 12:34 am
as i glanced at the clock on the stove;
and went outside
to sit on the dark stoop and cry
and then, said aloud,


“i am not okay”,

and i may never be, again;

i saw, i am more like my father,

than my mother,

than i knew, than i ever thought,

and that, is stunning, in itself ///

that he, was more the human being, of the two, than her.

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