Today’s poems are probably the most or second most un-subtle ones when it comes to my silly numerical theming. Best of luck!
Sorry I can’t handle much more than that without giving the game away, but if I’m honest, I also don’t have that much left in me to be whimsical without slipping into churlishness. I’m writing this shortly after two landmark SCOTUS cases have been decided on the morning of 6/27/2025 which have effectively shredded the pretense of the rule of law or the Constitution having any power to protect the people.
There are still four more yet to be heard today, all of near equal importance. I truly can’t articulate how it feels to believe I’d fully given up hope, only to repeatedly discover fresh pockets of it… in the moments they’re snatched away.
Please support your marginalized friends, neighbors, and strangers today. We’re probably not doing great.
Usual reminder of the places you can monetarily support me, aka, here, Patreon and Ko-fi. And of course, please like, leave a comment, share work you enjoy with your friends or social media, and consider joining the discord server.
I don’t just mean that for me, but for all creators you enjoy. It’s important to all of us to know that our art affects people, and there’s no way we’ll ever know if it did, unless folks tell us.
Thank you, and I love you all.
PS. There is a second poem coming today, see if you can guess when it will post. I will likely be copying much of this description… I wasn’t really exaggerating how bad today is feeling for my, well my whole being.
