Flash Poetry
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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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Uncovering 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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I 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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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
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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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,…
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I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl
Nicholas Andriani Rankin 