Lebuc's Reblogs

[mrshamill]

the shade is amazing:

--Activist Greta Thunberg's birthday wishes to rump: "My initial thought was to give you a one-way ticket to The Hague as a birthday gift, but that comment would probably go above your head. I will instead give you a can of alphabet soup; the sentences you poop out will be more coherent than anything you have ever said. Now you can finally take part in meaningful public discourse."

[bottlecap-press]

From Forhad Rahman’s chapbook, A Walk Through Grief, available from Bottlecap Press! https://bottlecap.press/products/awalfr

[cdx1016]

Blue Light at Twilight

4:20-4:45am Stamford, CT

(viacarad1016)

[aprilfoolfrog]

11:56pm

I have been very creative today.

Well, by the time I finish writing

and post this

it will be yesterday

and you will be reading this tomorrow.

Which means tomorrow is right now.

Weird to think about.

It is midnight now.

The night air feels amazing.

The night is lively.

People out and about

at the grocery store,

then the gas station.

I have felt alive today.

I didn't dash today,

in an effort to beat the heat.

I didn't just focus

on surviving.

I had food to eat.

I swam again.

My brother's dog jumped

into my parents pool.

He would wait until I went under water,

before he'd jump right on me.

Showered again.

Did laundry.

I feel like a person.

I just enjoyed the day.

I am not a burden on society.

The night air seems to

thicken once more,

as we reach twelve thirty.

I broke a sweat

while bringing in the groceries.

Ripley chirped happily

when she saw me.

She leaped onto the dresser

while I sat on the bed.

I saw her eyeing my exposed leg.

No.

I said, while shaking my head.

I cleared off a spot next to me

and pat it twice with my hand.

Jump here.

She opened her mouth

and closed it.

A silent meow.

I started to chat with my partner

and forgot all about

my wild girl,

until she jumped.

She landed on my bare leg,

extracting her claws

and digging them into my flesh.

Ow, fuck, dude why!?

She caught herself

as she nearly fell off.

I gently picked her up.

Held her up to face,

so I could look her in the eyes.

Baby, you have to watch your claws. They hurt. Why did you jump on me?

She stared at me with wide,

excitement filled eyes.

The tip of her tongue

sticking out of her mouth.

I missed you too.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

6/12/2026

[didierleclair]

Montgomery Brothers, jazz

[rah909]

[rah909]

[perfectfeelings]

[fruityyamenrunner]

something charmingly twentieth century about this

[cryptotheism]

This counts as a spell

[demilypyro]

Placeable AOE effect

[junk-thunder]

i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows

[living--in--salt]

Reflections #1

Maybe I romanticized you a little bit,

Maybe I got so caught up in the thrill of

driving at midnight and The Smiths on the

radio that I never looked at it objectively.

Though, what about love is objective?

Sitting at my desk a decade later and still

remembering how we were then---why am I

this way?

I used to write you poems so openly, declaring

my love as if I was writing vows, without ever

speaking your name.

Some things never change. Some things always will.

What could I possibly say to you now?

I am ashamed. I am embarrassed. I worshipped

in the shadows and wished for change and never

sought it out truly. Instead I just waited for change

to find me, but it never did.

You know, it's hard being both a coward and idiot.

That's my bad.

That one's on me.

05.12.26

[doebrain]

the morning snags its silk against my ankles / i am half-mad and half-tame, brushing through a sycamore grove where the cicadas wear their old skins / [i have not yet learned to trust my own shadow]

in a year where everything smelled faintly of sage and brine, i learned: women die in small increments, like snowmelt under a fox's step—never seen, never sufficient

i am unbecoming, yes, but also unfurling, wrists slivered with salt / the butcher's daughter in me collects ivory combs, drinks rainwater from a clay saucer, slips beneath the linen where no one can see how fever fastens itself to my knuckles / my mind is an aviary, a collection of peonies left in an abandoned greenhouse, petals bruised with moonmilk //

yesterday i watched a foal learning to walk on mud / i think about tenderness as a violence, the way a peach bruises for no one's pleasure / if i open my mouth, it is only to swallow a wasp, to taste something honest / my nightmares grow roots in the orchard / i keep forgetting my own shape / the world speaks to me in static, the language of rooks and silverfish, of bluebottles & blooded knees

i practice erasure: remove the mirror, erase the braid, forget the velvet ribbon / [my spine is a string of bluebells strung for the crows] / i want to tell you about desire but it keeps collapsing, my hands are buttered with memory, my tongue is ruined for sweetness

still, i braid my hair for the wolves, drape myself in last year's feathers—somewhere, a chrysalis is dreaming of teeth.

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Daniel Arthur Collins (June 11, 1916 - September 13, 2007) received an MS in dental science from the UC San Francisco School of Dentistry, where he became an assistant professor, the first African American to teach at the dental school. He opened a private practice in the city.

He received a BS from Paine College and a DDS from Meharry Medical College.

He helped establish the Church for the Fellowship of All Peoples in San Francisco. He founded the San Francisco branch of the National Urban League. He worked at the branch and helped Black residents get decent jobs.

He, Urban League director Seaton Manning, and other prominent civil rights activists formed the San Francisco Citizens Committee for Equal Opportunity and campaigned for a mandatory anti-discrimination ordinance. The San Francisco Board of Supervisors did not adopt a fair employment ordinance, but some employers signed antidiscrimination agreements with the city government.

California Governor Edmund G. “Pat” Brown appointed him to the State Board of Education. The Board approved a new eighth-grade history textbook titled Land of the Free: A History of the United States, co-written by noted Black historian John Hope Franklin. He served on the board of the National Committee for Citizens in Education.

He served on the board of directors of the San Francisco Dental Society, was a member of the California Dental Society, and served as a trustee of the American Fund for Dental Education. He served on the board of the National Urban League and was a member of the National Advisory Council on Minorities in Engineering.

The National Urban League awarded him the Whitney M. Young Medallion. UCSF School of Dentistry named him a Distinguished Alumnus.

He was a member of Sigma Pi Phi Fraternity. He was survived by four sons, six grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #sigmapiphi

[road-killfawn]

[the-w0nder-beards]

[urgetocreate]

Sueellen Ross (American b.1941), Moving Day, 2024, Oil on canvas

[phi-los-o-pher]

Sometimes, we become so close-minded—so defensive—that we build heavily guarded walls around our subconscious, blocking out any incoming knowledge. We are all wary of what is new or unfamiliar. Yet art slips through. It doesn’t attack our walls; it’s already inside them. Art is knowledge in disguise. It will make its way through those defenses, eventually inspiring the very guardians we appointed to defend our subconscious fortress to open the doors to our inner kingdom.

[pocketfullofpoesies]

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Music. Yes, music. Lyrical poetry. Brings me into my own. Brings me into my own being, facing truths others have faced and have down and have lived to write about, even if they failed. Even if they did wrong. Even if they hurt someone. It was in their catalog of character, their wheelhouse of values to at least write it down, share it. I will learn from it. I will learn from your art.

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~ @pocketfullofpoesies

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