Andrea Corwin
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🐘Wildlife 🧘♀️ 🖋️🈷️ 3rd°🥋 See nature through my eyes and photos.
Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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An Apple Orchard's Gems
The summer was hot, and every day the sun blazed. Some evenings it cooled by 15 degrees, which gave a bit of relief. Then there were the ongoing roasting weeks of no rain, no shade, no clouds. Even the insects were quiet and grounded, no buzzing. The birds hid in the scattered trees' leaves or flew off to the forests. Everything slowed down to survive the unusual heat in a climate usually comfortable.
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
Of Course Trump Looks Up To Jackson
Andrew Jackson, the 7th President of the United States (1829–1837), was another of our presidents who owned slaves. He has often been cited by former President Donald Trump as an inspiration, with some observers noting similarities between their leadership styles and controversial policies. Both are accused of displaying racist tendencies in public, both wanted a Cabinet of loyalists, each had a Department of War (Trump’s Defense Department was renamed to this in late 2025), and each had accusations of infidelity by Cabinet members in that Department, causing public scandals. Unlike Jackson, who ran his administration like the military commander that he was, Trump lacks military experience.
By Andrea Corwin 9 days ago in The Swamp
Is This a Rabbit Hutch Or An Apartment?
“Shut up. Yeah, you, up there!” I'm tired of pounding the ceiling with a broomstick. “Hello, Mike. I’ll get right to the point. Can you make the guy above me quiet down? I have to get up early for work, and he's banging on the floor—fucking! Get him a bed. Why am I calling you? You’re the landlord. Did you forget? Do not dare send your 'apartment manager' brother—he stole my antique Christmas ornaments, remember? I got them back after you both said they were taken to the dump, and then they suddenly reappeared when I wouldn't pay the rent. I’m not paying rent until this noise problem is fixed."
By Andrea Corwin 11 days ago in Poets
Concert Line
Trini and Marci got up in the middle of the night, determined to be first in line for tickets. A special concert was coming to their town for the first time, featuring numerous artists, including secret guest singers and guitarists. Laden with fleece blankets and beach chairs, the friends walked from the parking lot only to find they were not the first.
By Andrea Corwin 14 days ago in Fiction
