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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s As You Like It: A Retelling is in davidbruceblog #3.

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I really like the phrase “frosted, december breath.” Good work, as always.

elleguyence

elle
like a stream of consciousness
in one frosted, december breath
wrapped in a bow
christmas lights, tangled

I’ve never used that name
except only as a writer, I
pen those four letters like poetry
I’m a writer, I say
I’m a whole person using half
my name to truly show
my real self

elle
like one fluid motion
no need to even pick up the pen
because who I am
inked in these lined papers
is as close to me as
I have ever been

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Snippa and Snopp (YouTube)

Little boys refer to their nether-regions as “pee-pees” and “wee-wees” among other things, what sort of slang do young girls use to refer to their nether-regions?

I’m sorry if this comes off as creepy; I’m just curious because I just realized that I never came across that as a little boy.

An Answer:

ilovemrmiyagi

Im Swedish so I dont know any English slang words but “snippa” is the most common one. The most common one for boys is “snopp” so the words go well together. Also, a few years ago a Swedish kids show made a little song and animation called like the snopp- and snippa song and it made it onto conan obrien show and was apparantly a shocker (its basically just a cartoon dick and vagina dancing, for kids) so yeah, Google that if youre interested. (Im on mobile otherwise i wouldve linked it)

Snoppen och snippan *musikvideo* – Bacillakuten på Barnkanalen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wp9iNINHMc

 

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Excellent conclusion.

elleguyence

I once had this beautiful silk dress
dotted with oil stains
I couldn’t get out.
I’d wring my knuckles raw
trying to scrape this pattern
from a spot only I could see.

I would question everyone:
“Do you see a difference?”
“Can you tell?”
I could feel it on me
like bullet holes in my shoulder blade
lodged into my skin
and yet I only quantified myself
if someone else noticed, too.

an impurity
a part of me
that ached from the inside
at a time I used to count calories
and revel in my whittling
8, 6, 4, 2…
I embarked to be even more invisible than
those defects I desperately wanted someone
to notice

I wonder if that girl with the silk dress
understands why I gave it up
and why it was that
she so desperately tried to
erase an imperfection that wasn’t really there.
I certainly…

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HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

One of your best.

The Reluctant Poet

POPPIES IN FLANDERS FIELDS
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

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I like the positive conclusion.

elleguyence

Filled with apologies
pooled on your tongue
blurted out into the air
without an ounce of meaning–
because your mouth
is full of them.

As if embedded in you
like mercury in
fatty tuna flesh,
you can’t even say
what you’re sorry for
just that you think
you should be.

Feeling apologetic
you’ll say anything to be forgiven
to be rid of feeling anything but
adoration;
what a waste it is
to impress
a proud person.

The first person who died from
rhubarb’s poisonous leaves
probably thought that no good
could come from this
and now, centuries later,
we learned from those mistakes
and we make pie from the stalks instead.

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fall in love

Annette Rochelle Aben

From colors to crunch

Autumn’s beauty’s everywhere

Magic in the air

©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben

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Edgar Lee Masters: Bert Kessler (Spoon River Anthology)

I WINGED my bird,
Though he flew toward the setting sun;
But just as the shot rang out, he soared
Up and up through the splinters of golden light,
Till he turned right over, feathers ruffled,
With some of the down of him floating near,
And fell like a plummet into the grass.
I tramped about, parting the tangles,
Till I saw a splash of blood on a stump,
And the quail lying close to the rotten roots.
I reached my hand, but saw no brier,
But something pricked and stung and numbed it.
And then, in a second, I spied the rattler—
The shutters wide in his yellow eyes,
The head of him arched, sunk back in the rings of him,
A circle of filth, the color of ashes,
Or oak leaves bleached under layers of leaves.
I stood like a stone as he shrank and uncoiled
And started to crawl beneath the stump,
When I fell limp in the grass.

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