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As I research the literary members of Flint, It is always cool when I find something different and that I had not heard of. May I introduce you to Lymna E. Stowe.Born in Flint in 1843 and died in Detroit in 1919.“His writing sometimes blends biographical material (especially about his life) with spiritual or prophetic/occult… Read More Lyman E. Stowe, Flint author of spiritual, prophetic and occult content.
The General Baptist Denomination in Flint, MichiganAs you drive around Genesee County today, there is no want for Cannabis businesses. Almost every street corner seems to have a store or grow facility. This was not the case when I was growing up. Flint during the 1950s to the 1980s was filled with Coney Islands, Banks… Read More General Baptist Roots in Flint, Michigan by Roy O Richard, Dayron Jones – Rostie Publishing
A Collection of Poems About the Vehicle CityIn memory of all those who made and continue to make this place home.The industrial city of Flint sits on the banks of the Flint River, a significant source of commerce and transportation for the Ojibwe Nation. The river, called Biiwaanagoonh-ziibi or Flinty River by those earlier people,… Read More FLINTOID: A Collection of Poems About the Vehicle City by Roy O Richard, Sarah Louks, Ralph H Marlatt, Katherine Cary-Place, and Gaylia Kenslow-Stogsdill – Rostie Publishing
The little worker ants,Averted their eyes when the black vans stopped,They ignored the men in black masks,Pretended not to see their neighbors disappear.It MIGHT of crossed their little minds,To speak out or question, yet they never did.For the orange clown was keeping them safe.They smiled in satisfaction as their brains numbed,From the propaganda of the… Read More The Worker Ants 015
The little worker ants had no ideaAt what their miniature wallets would feel.The promise of falling pricesAnd cheaper goodsHad mesmerized their tiny brainsAnd clouded their sound judgmentsTheir ginormous egosCould not fathom their now-empty pocketbooksAnd once again, they ralliedTo find false blame and accountabilityFingers were pointed at past high command, neighboring countriesShopkeepers, people of difference, and… Read More The Worker Ants 014
The little worker ants,Never, ever, ever fact-checked.For that would be a sin.To question the wizard of the land.Whatever sprouted from the orange cheese puff’s mouth,Well, that was Gospel and truth.For he was all-knowing and saintly.Would never lie or mislead.After all, they believed he was there for them.Cause he said so and smiled at them often.So… Read More The Worker Ants 013
The little worker antsLearned the saluteKept their mouths shutAnd numbed their little brainsThey bought their red hatsSent in their contributionsDisplayed their yard signsAnd waited for redemptionNone dared to questionOr voice concernThey just marched alongFollowing the pack They felt justified,And righteous.Hatred was the truth.Discrimination, the answer.Or so they believed.Harboring evil towardThe diverse and differentAnd ill will towards… Read More The Worker Ants 012
The little worker ants Stood in line to buy their tiny red caps Shelled out big bucks to feel a part Of the orange cheese god crew Cheap polyester material Made in China One size fits all They didn’t care, they were in! Roy RichardMarch 2025
All the little worker ants, Would cheer and jump for joy, When the Clown Car turned the corner. Hidden behind the dark windows, And the bulletproof iron sides, Hid their orange cheese puff deity. He would wave and smirk, At their loyalty and devotion, All the while planning their next fucking. Roy RichardMarch 2025
The little worker ants, Tuned in to have, Their little souls calmed.Only to find misinformation and incrimination, Instead of prayers for the hurting, Their little brains became scrambled.Mystification reined in their thoughts, Which only brought on hatred, Fueled by their confusion.No longer did they love their neighbor, For they were different, And did not fit… Read More The Worker Ants 009
Ramblings of an Old Coot 