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MuppetCon has come and gone, so I'm back to traditional kindness rocks.

Muppet cupcakes! Or "mupcakes", if you will. 😁

I painted Kermit's coffee cup as a party decoration. (Pic from The Muppet Show fir comparison)

Oscar's friend, Slimey!

Big Bird!

Super Grover!

Java Script Let’s do coffee - early, Morn. Discuss politics And romance novels. Let’s drink a cup o’ Joe At the cafe on Main Street Of the pulsing Saturday city. Fresh sweat and the promise Of the market. Add honey, Heavy cream, and sugar. Pour it on me. Forget The woe of the previous Week. A world Melting down. Blowing Up. Slithering along a Mocha Styx. Filtering Grounds for a divorce.

Spaghetti Dinner ~ Inspired by Renoir’s Onions (18181)  at The Clark Onions, 1881. Oil on Canvas. Pierre-Auguste Renoir They cut away secrets of the family, peeled each apart and everyone in that kitchen cried. The sauce, so bubbling and ready on that ancient stove. Who would want such meat? Red and over spaghetti, a dinner fit for the undercroft. Each bite charged with juicy garlic bread and the hours spent. Cook your dreams into steam clouds, and the bulbs will strike us

Radio Raheem explains "love & hate" in Lee's Do the Right Thing (1989) Deadly Force Radio Raheem a warning - unheeded. 30 years later, repeated on screens, smaller film, bigger business. Two steps forward, and you know what is next. Same story. Different street. how many cameras how many necks how much suffocation will we watch?

Gut Punch in the Grocery Lane ~ a Golden Shovel after Margaret Atwood Cannot get my hand to my heart in time to be useful every time the surge that I have lost you punches my gut. It is the way now, and only sleep connects us in a world full of failure. An old woman with a cart of strange vegetables and this memory. “To be lost in only a failure of memory.”

Stones in Pocket ~for MM Always the possibility lurks large when you have had enough of              this earth this       nightmare & magic tragic       days to luminous nights fight to keep the inspo baby TikTok promises and AI     therapy jump off the     tallest building a rooftop bar with a pool over       sidewalks and urine hot pink morning sky offers       some sort of promise and you take the granite        chunk out to save for another        

Vocabulary Lesson Her poems unlocked words, Hidden in a vault, yet perfect to name the now. A World blanketed in conflagration  - in all ways of the word. So to speak. So to write. Encourage all to prevaricate. Keep the bitterest words in the windpipe. Warm, moist, safe, and festering. Ballooning in the larynx. One does not want to be fired - burned like whole villages in California. Enflamed like the rash on my heart, itching more with every thrust.

Cages Slither in no place To be your glass tank Prison. Coiled corner, A false heat stone - victims Dropped from god hands above - Also trapped and doomed. Put a jail in every corner. Add unnatural death. Jail-keeper imprisons To feel powerful. Tombs Of mice left to cannibalism. A gecko that scales walls In a tiny moonlit lodge, Hoping for a patch of leftover Lettuce sky. Raptors Field day. Benson’s Auction. Monsters escape; Clear the room.