

In Dependence
My first 4th of July in the U.S, I was 17. My now-husband (then-tummy-flutterer) took me to his grandparents’ cabin near a small lake in remote Missourian back-country (to be eaten alive by “skeeters” which I, in my stubborn ignorance, called “mozzies.”) He made me ’smores and we set off fireworks while he told me about his childhood excursions to that very same cabin. My Aussie pride piped up and proclaimed that America was quite the spoiled child. Rebelling for the sake of rebelling. After all, my country was literally made up of convicts and we managed to remain loyal to the crown. He countered that Australia was the real spoiled child, living in Mama-Britain’s basement eating lamingtons and sipping tea. We got a good chuckle outa that. How I adored the rebellious streak in those darkly browed eyes...
It remains a source of delighted bewilderment to me how attracted I was to his adamant defense of independence, all while we were flirting with the idea of becoming dependent on each other forever.
Not plucking a black hair for a whole day just to burn up a droplet of brainwash ~
Unlike me,
men don’t count the black hairs
that sprout from their chins
...do they?
Like a choose your own adventure?
LIke a choose your own adventure? Sounds like a fun idea. I would like to participate
Awesome Fusion Idea!
Writing a book together is a great idea. Please tag me in your future plans, and I will enthusiastically join in. It would be an honor to work with you all!
Fingers up
Fangofuck= Fan go fuck yourself.
Disanrun= Diss their ass and run.
Huggamnun= Hug ’em but don’t give ’em none.
Cannot Support His Supporters
A comment, just one line
to reveal a hush-hush held for some time,
in support of a previous regime
condemnation of our new leader’s first weeks,
she was always one of them, not what she seemed.
Well, burning bridges is not the finest way
although let me just say,
I have a desire to knock down every
pedestal that held that man in esteem,
every frail column that bolstered his steam.
She was supporting right under my nose
a despot who would strip me of my rights
my dignity, my life,
and I don’t want to say, but maybe it’s just,
a comment can make a friend former these days.
© Jasper A. Flintsmith 2021
#politics #poetry #friendship #fucktrump
A True Story I’ve Witnessed
"Are you the same religion as me?"
"No, but I..."
"Then you're a wicked woman."
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Role Reversals Require Roles.
About 60 to 70 percent of successful suicides are committed by white males. Is this a sexist scandal? A racist outrage? A societal kull? A matriarchal conspiracy? Of course not. It’s just a statistic.