Category: Flash Poetry
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“Soulbound Symphony: Excerpts from the Bohemian Chronicles.” Stories, Poems, and Confessions of Alexander Bacchus
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in Confession, creativewriting, fairytale, fiction, flash fiction, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, folklore, folkloresque, folklorist, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, memoir, Poem, poet, Poetry, romance, romani, Shakespeare, Story time, storytelling, stream-of-consciousness, the writers life, writingStep into a bohemian monastery in Romania, where destiny led me to uncover the Bacchus Collection—a treasury of poems, essays, and diary entries that immortalize the love of Alexander Bacchus and Shea. Join me as their translator, as we traverse the realms of love, artistry, and the timeless connection between these enigmatic souls. #TranslatorTales #TimelessRomance…
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Linking Shakespeare’s Ides of March and Japan’s Tengu Mythology: You Won’t Believe What We Discovered!
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in dramatist, dramaturgy, fable, fairytale, fan studies, film, film review, film studies, Flash Poetry, folklore, folkloresque, folklorist, japan, japanese cinema, japanese folklore, japanese language, japanese literature, japanese mythology, japanese video games, japanese videogames, material culture, Shakespeare, shinto, writingUncovering the Mysteries of the Ides of March and Tengu no Kakuremino: Insights into Tragedy, Mythology, and Human Nature.
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Flash Poem to Self: “Be confident, not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar:” On Writing, Cultivation, and Balancing Art/Mind.
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in Art, Author, Authors, Blogging, Culture, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, In Another Country: Novel, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, literature, networking, nonfiction, novels, Poem, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, spiritual, spontaneous combustion, success, The Outsider, the writers life, writingI will be confident — not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar. I will be, act, speak with intention. I will be finished, will shop my novel.
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Ostara is Icumen In: A Poem
Summer is a wild time of endless gaiety; A lazy, balmy, mild time; of human laxity. Of days with cares abandoned beside a socky shore, And breeze-swept, heathered stretches of Scotland’s ageless moor.
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Poet Alexander Bacchus on Morocco, Marrakech, Accepting Ones Faults, and Living Intentionally
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I first met Alex doing research on a local variation of Darija. (Moroccan Arabic). We both managed to find ourselves in Fez, that day, sitting across from one another and, the moment I saw this cat I realized I found my foil, my nemesis. A sheep in Wolof’s clothing, so to speak, for this cat…
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This love life of ours
What have you learned in your life about love? To put it plainly: Love is a wild, untamed thing It flows like rivers, it sings like birds on wing It is the heat of the sun, the pulse of the sea It is the raw and the real, the ecstasy Love is the oyster’s pearl,…