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Sevenling (I am gifting) I am gifting her with an incredible fluency in English, which will open countless doors for her; the open-mindedness to brave the complexity of truth; and my undying love to ground her. Every day, she continues to gift me her endless, adoring love, which I live for; a purpose in this… Continue reading Precious, or: Born again human
Identity for me is something that has to be played with and explored, and not become complacent about or uninterested in.-Mika (b. 1983) Identity is an assemblage of constellations.-Anna Deavere Smith (b. 1950) The most important thing for me as an artist is having an identity.-Eric Church (b. 1977) Unless we base our sense of… Continue reading Something that has to be played with…
A lune other's forms of po- etry let me feel poetic
A [serious] limerick Just like you, I was born this way. In facts of birth, no one gets a say. I should only judge you for that which you do; I'd much rather be we than be they.
A [serious] limerick A Muslim goes to Christian hell; and a Christian to Muslim as well. Is it simply understood that we *all* are screwed? Is that why most men stay in their shells?
No love from Israelis Like many other bloggers, I take time to search for like-minded writers on WordPress who share my interests. Obviously, I am interested in finding talented poets and creative writers, as well as bloggers who think critically about politics, religion, and various salient issues of our day. Also, as a Jew and… Continue reading Rejected by fellow landsmen?
A gogyohka One woman hugged me and said, "You are such a feminist ~ Thank you!" But another woman snarled, "Feminism is not for men!" and refused to speak with me ever again. As a feminist, I empathized with both women's perspectives.
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