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The Literature Community Experiment

This is a typical example of a BeccaJS (https://www.deviantart.com/beccajs) shower pondering! The idea of this is to try and bring together as many people as possible all in one journal, but not for the sake of making a big number, but to encourage interaction and share useful tidbits. We often say the "literature community" has drifted apart over the past few years and this is just one attempt to try get people to come back together. It's a little hippy, perhaps a far-fetched idea, which is why I am calling it an "experiment". This could be successful and could be a complete fail- only you guys and your efforts can decide its fate! :new: Wow! The response for this ha

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Poem For My Twin Sister

She can feel our hearts beat inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb and rests her hands on the shape of us, lays her head down - down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form, to draw breath, to be born. I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you lying silent beside me our hands pressed – crossed lifelines tangling palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere in the shape of our lips, untouched in our fragile eggshell skulls (we have the same fingerprints). We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts. In this hushed world, we a

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FRENCH PEDAGOGY (glory to Zeus)

After a catastrophic appointment with the teacher, do not say to your child: "I'll kick your ass, you little twerp" But rather say:"I will enhance your locomotion skills." Après un rendez-vous cataclysmique avec le maître d'école, ne dites pas à votre enfant : "Je vais te botter le cul, petit con" Mais dites plutôt : "Je vais te procurer une assistance à la locomotion." Frantz, avril 2013.

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Poem For My Twin Sister by Rosary0fSighs, literature

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Poem For My Twin Sister

She can feel our hearts beat inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb and rests her hands on the shape of us, lays her head down - down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form, to draw breath, to be born. I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you lying silent beside me our hands pressed – crossed lifelines tangling palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere in the shape of our lips, untouched in our fragile eggshell skulls (we have the same fingerprints). We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts. In this hushed world, we a

WARRIOR by jimfleming, literature

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WARRIOR

My brother was born a Warrior My mother did not know this at first He did not eat well and took no pleasure in food A thin child I was born next It was only natural that I be born an Artist An enthusiastic eater as well If my mother had bore a third son I know he would have been a priest He would have tempered the divide Of the two first born It would have been a cosmic hat trick A poetic triad Alas

Brother by jimfleming, literature

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Brother

My unborn brother will be younger than me forever He would have altered my universe, a peacemaker He would have encouraged self examination and Opened eyes for gentle epiphanies He would have made my father laugh My mother joyous and my brother and me wiser He loves us all equally He is calm like the Buddha, a snake charmer He is in my heart and we will embrace When we meet all things will belong and be clear

This is Family. by Iwritewords, literature

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This is Family.

One big family, Sipping coffee and tea, Munching on crackers with glee. Seemingly. Adults seem to agree, Children are numbered as one, two and three. Children kick one another under the table, Seemingly peacefully unstable, With disdain so clean cut, to change their ways simply unable. But alas, mother gets up with an annoyance in hand, These outbreaks are not always planned, But when they happen, oh boy are they grand. Father belt in hand goes on a wild goose chase, Nearly tripping and breaking grandmother's vase, And the passive brother sees all take place. When all of the chasing is all well and done, When each brother