The Apostrophe Blog
Where there are free bouquets available for passersby on their way to and from Alberta Park. Where there are no fires that I can see, no conflagrations, no insurrectionists warring in the streets. Where the sun is out and it is a glorious autumn day iridescent with green, melodious with birdsong, peaceful and calm and serene. And since I know that the tyrants are lying and gaslighting about what is currently going on here—in the city where I live—makes a person wonder why one would ever take anything they utter at face value let alone assume it is telling the truth. Oh wait, we already knew that…
I found the above old-school postcard image on Twitter or Blue Sky on an account that is uploading photographs that show what is really happening in Portland, Oregon since war was declared on us by the thugs in the White House. Unfortunately, I do not know who made it otherwise I could add her/his name.
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
- Greetings from War-Ravaged Portland! - October 5, 2025
- Publication Day: America’s Slide Towards Authoritarianism from IHRAM Press - October 1, 2025
- Autumnal Equinox & the Diminishing Hours of Light… - September 26, 2025
