



Happy fourth of July
bird perched in the tree
Ms. Bies will be joining Donelson Files Tuesday and Wednesday and our guest Tuesday will be John Dunia.
The Moon Child
I’m a moon child. I feel the moon drawing near,
… she is ever so full
Only three more days until she makes her full time of arrival
… she expects her due
And when she departs, there will be no empty arms
https://alphanewsmn.com/a-community-forced-into-silence/
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2019/03/omerta-for-omar.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2019/02/explicating-ilhan-omar.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2019/02/omar-goes-full-anti-semite-again.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2019/01/it-isnt-only-omar.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2019/01/talking-about-the-ominous-omar.php
https://www.city-journal.org/html/curious-case-ilhan-omar-14724.html
https://www.weeklystandard.com/scott-w-johnson/the-anti-israel-seat
https://www.nationalreview.com/2019/01/new-anti-semitism-woke-progressives-old-stereotypes/
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2018/10/omens-of-omar.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2018/06/ilhan-omar-why-i-hate-israel.php
https://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2016/09/the-curious-case-of-ilhan-omar-2.php
https://www.city-journal.org/html/curious-case-ilhan-omar-14724.html
Love you
do I
As the flower
does the light
For it is you
who grows me tallest
but allows me darkness
to fold into myself
when needed
My womb aches
for all the life
never born
All the days
I’m barely breathing
He knew she would write,she always had
She refused, for she’d given too much in the past
He thought she’d eventually give in; she always needed to talk She hated not expressing herself,
she knew he could not He wished she’d write
She finally wrote him a poem