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nazyalenskyism · 3 years ago

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Laila and her Majnun

Summary: A journey to the last line of The Bronzed Beasts. Contains major, major spoilers for The Bronzed Beasts! A/N: I just finished the final book in the series and this was the result, hope you enjoy! The fic is under the cut! Ao3: Laila and her Majnun

Eighty years after she left for the heavens, he saw her again. A part of him had been jealous, Enrique, Zofia and Hypnos woke each morning with a tale of walking alongside her in their sleep, she would bake for them, laugh with them, embed them with a little bit of her light and repeat the cycle nightly. He had lived for a hundred years now, and yet it seemed time had not caught up to him, physically at least. The weight of love found and lost weighed on him, it was the cost of the wisdom he now imbued on the few he talked to. Sometimes he shared a bit of it with the chatty barista at his favourite café, other times it was with an old man he helped cross the street. He was full of stories, from those his mother had used to wrangle him as a child to those he had been a part of himself, adventures with his friends. Yet the ones with her were the ones never shared. Those were for him, he had been a thief in a previous life, and he was unashamed to hoard this one treasure. Séverin had said goodbye to many over the years, first Zofia, then Hypnos, and lastly Enrique, each departure hurting in its own way. He remembered the day he had first brought Zofia to L’Eden in his arms, making the first of many promises to her. He remembered stealing glances at Hypnos during Order auctions, wondering if the other boy’s carefully concealed loneliness would ease once he took his rightful place at the head of House Vanth, they had been playmates and partners before, wouldn’t it be something if they were united once again? He remembered finding his historian before losing him in his own pursuit to be a god. In a way Enrique had taught him the most, his intentions meant nothing if his actions resulted in pain. Enrique’s passing had left him well and truly alone in the world; he was the last of his family to go.

Once he’d lost the entirety of his family, he’d fled Paris. Séverin knew he’d return. It was his home and where he expected to bring her back to one day, but the heavy cloud of his loss hung over the city, and he needed it to dissipate. He spent some time travelling the world, imagining Enrique at his side, telling him of the history of each place, pointing out which artefacts had arrived at their homes because of them. In his visions, Zofia marveled at the technological advancements that had sprung up as a result of her own inventions lighting up the way. He saw Hypnos, creating joy where it was hard to come by, in the quiet alleys, on the rainiest of days, a wistful tune reverberating through him as if his friend was singing quietly beside him.

She was always there too, he knew it because he felt it. Sometimes he would catch a whiff of sugar and rosewater, other times he felt the sun wrap around him, heating him in just the places Laila’s hands had always favoured, and he’d find one last clove in the tin he’d sworn laid empty against his chest. He hadn’t managed to return to Italy, he knew that the Tower of Babel’s uppermost piece had been located in the heavens, that he had not lost her in Italy, but he still could not return. Séverin refrained from travelling to India as well, he wanted to see the country through her eyes, he would wait for her to lead him there, as much as he wanted to see if travelling there would help him feel her again. Séverin had been on a train across the continent when he first saw her again in his sleep. She was standing on the other side of a gauzy red veil, her back was turned to him as she worked away on something he couldn’t see. He wanted to call out for her, but her name dispersed on his tongue, she was not who she had been on Earth. Here, in the realm of heavens and dreams, she went by another name, something that didn’t quite fit against the tongues of mortal men, no matter how immortal they thought they were. She had turned slightly, and just when he thought he would finally see her face again after eighty years, she flickered out of his vision as if she were a projection. Daylight pulled him out of his slumber soon after but he was not mad.

***

A few years later he was back in Paris and had dozed off in the bar of the L’Eden that once used to be his offices under the warm summer sun pouring through the windows. Séverin heard bells, a faint but familiar sound, he would sit in his office and listen to the clinking of her anklets as she practiced her dancing in the next room. He could not see her, but he knew she was there.

Can you give me a little more time? The words were not spoken, but he heard them all the same. I will give you anything and everything. He felt her smile, and then she was gone once more.

***

It was 1990. For the last few months he had felt her everywhere. In his dreams, with each breath during his waking hours. Today, he didn’t feel her. Today he felt his heart race as he picked up the book’s he’d ordered from Enrique’s grandson’s shop, as he’d grabbed his newspapers, as he’d hurried out of the coffeeshop, ignoring the barista’s confused look when he hadn’t stuck around to tell a story. His heart raced until he pushed open the doors to his hotel. Much had changed aesthetically over the years, but the one constant was that it remained his home. A sigh of relief escaped him as he felt her again, everything was fine. He took the usual fifty paces to the elevators, waited the usual thirty seconds to his floor, but when the elevator doors slid open, he knew. Hope had carried him for so long, it had been his only true companion for one hundred and twenty years, he was afraid to let it flutter out of his grasp. Séverin steeled himself as he reached his door but he couldn’t bring himself to push it open. He’d lived between worlds for years, and he was sure that no matter what happened next, he would be crashing back to earth. His hand rested against the knob, a moment away from turning it before it rotated against his palm. Séverin felt out of breath. He had never been able to breathe when he looked at her. It was always her. “Hello Majnun.” The pads of soft bronze fingers tipped his chin upwards, though his eyes remained downcast. He closed his eyes for a second, readying himself for his apotheosis. His eyes opened and he was basked in the light he’d been waiting his whole life for.

“Hello, Laila.”

She was home.

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negans-wifeyy · 5 years ago

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Shake Hands with the Devil pt.1

Summary: Laila was hungry for revenge ever since the death of her sister. The only way to fight the monster who killed her is to confront him in his natural habitat: the Sanctuary. As she infiltrates the kingdom of the leader of the Saviors in the hopes to kill him, things will not go the way she thoroughly planned. What will she do now that Negan has gotten her in the palm of his hand?

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Warning: None for now but eventual smut

Tags: revenge, hate, possession

Word count: 2361

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fiction that I ever post anywhere, and I chose Negan as the male protagonist because I’m literally obsessed with his character. I also chose a black protagonist because I couldn’t find ANY good fics pairing Negan with even a person of color on Tumblr, fanfiction.net or even Ao3. Since there wasn’t anything I could identify myself with, I decided to write my own thing. Hope y’all enjoy. PS: English is neither my first or second language so please be patient and correct me if there are mistakes or it’s not coherent. Also, the text in italics is in the past and time-lapse are separated by asterisks.

A/N 2: This is a repost from the @thoughtsandthotsss blog. I wanted this fiction and other content to be on a blog focused solely on TWD. So there you have it again and make sure to like and follow again :)

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For the past weeks, I’ve been doing everything possible that was asked of me to do in the Sanctuary. Attending to my duties, keeping my head down, staying away from trouble and most importantly, avoiding the leading man of the Saviors. But here I was now, sitting face to face with him in his “office” and waiting for my faith.

“Well, well, well” Negan started as he stood up from his seat. “Here we are again, Laila. Just you and me. Last time we were here together, you infiltrated my kingdom, killed a dozen of my best soldiers and then, came to this very room with a gun pointed at the back of my head to avenge your sister’s death.”

I avoided his gaze and stayed silenced. Just being in his presence made me sick to my stomach. Unlike everyone around here, I didn’t fear the man with the barbed-wire bat. Whatever reason he called me in here for, good or bad, he could just get to the point, so I didn’t have to converse with him any longer than I wanted to.

“So, you’re just gonna stay quiet? I remember you being pretty chatty the first time we spoke.” He snickered. “Don’t you wanna know why I called you in here?”

“Not really. Whatever sick, twisted mind game you feel like playing today, I don’t think it’s going to require me to respond back to you.” I finally broke my silence.

“Still quick-witted huh? With your track record, I wouldn’t be so mouthy with me. I mean, I did spare your life and let you become one of my hit women. My most reliable one too.” He responded as he got to the seat closer to me.

“I don’t know how grateful I can be after everything that you’ve done” I caught my breath remembering the terror he caused this past year to me and my entourage. “You kept Sasha captive, you used her life to blackmail the Alexandrians and you led her to kill herself. Oh, and let’s not forget you terrorizing and murdering the members of my community. “

“I thought that we buried the hatchet on your sister’s passing sweetheart. And also, on the deaths of your Alexandria buddies.”

“You mean like Glenn and Abraham? They are not my ‘Alexandrian buddies’ they were my family. And no, I still haven’t let that go since I can’t give anyone of them proper justice.” I said angrily to Negan who just stared at me grinning.

“Don’t really remember the two others but I do miss that strong-headed Sasha from time to time” He said which made my blood boil even more. “Could have used her warrior skills here. Good thing you’re here the replace her memory.”

“Leave her name out of her mouth.” I fired at him. His words were really getting to me.

Talking about my big sister again was making me so emotional but I didn’t want Negan to see me vulnerable, so I held back my tears and stare right back into his sneering eyes. I needed to be as fearless and strong as the day I was going to kill him. Even if it was weeks ago and I clearly failed my mission, I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

Negan was wandering by himself in his office where he holds up his meeting with some of the Saviors and probably torture some others. I peaked through the crack of the door and as soon as his back was turned, I sneaked in with my AK-47 directing at his head and locked the door shut.

“Don’t you move now motherfucker” I spat at him as he raised both his hands up to surrender. Even in that position, I could still sense the smirk from that bastard.

“Can I at least turn around to see the face of my perpetrator?” Negan eventually said. “I wanna match the face to the sweet voice I’m hearing”

“Empty your pocket first ” I ordered.

“Bossy. Just how I like em” He said as he threw on the floor all his weapons.

“Don’t be smart with me. I’m gonna search you now and I better find nothing” I patted him down to his ankles in all the usual hiding spots and found a pocket knife that I threw with the rest of his armoury.

"I usually don’t need to use this one. Forgot I had it on me. Sorry sweetheart”

“Don’t give a shit. Turn around and stop calling me sweetheart.”

As soon as he saw me, he immediately recognized who I was. And that infamous grin of his slowly faded away.

“Remember me?” I asked, my voice getting angrier from seeing his face so up-close. “The name’s Laila. Not sweetheart or whatever pet name you tryna call me”

“Ok. Laila, it is then. I do remember you; you’re Sasha’s sister. I think it’s pretty obvious now why you’re here.”

“Yes, I am. I’m going to fucking kill you. For Sasha and every single person that I cherished that you killed over your ego power trip. You fucking psychopath. “ I snapped at him. His smirky little face might have gone away but he still was unfazed about whatever I was saying to him.

"Darling, if you want to end me for some sort of revenge, you’re gonna have to take a number” He said back mischievously.

“Don’t call me darling either!” I barked at him as I charged my rifle at him.

“Wooah woah Laila!” Negan shouted finally shaking in his boots "Even though I know you’re very much capable of doing it, you don’t really wanna kill me”

“What makes you think that? I want your head on a stick more than anything”

“Well, with the massacre that you already caused downstairs, adding me to the list would make you an even more disgusting person that I am”

“You and I are not the fucking same. You knew about the damage I literally just did to your people inside the Sanctuary and chose to stay in your own little space, turning a blind eye. How can call yourself a leader after that?” I said to him even more furious than ever.

“Maybe it was all part of my plan” Negan confidently said with a malicious smile.

“What pla—” I didn’t have time to finish when a sharp object hit the back of my head.

As I fell on the floor, the two last things I saw in between two blinks were Dwight behind me with a gun in his hand and a walkie under the table that was open during this entire encounter. After that, everything was blank.

I woke up possibly hours later tied up to a chair in a small dark room. The daylight coming from the small window brightened the room which meant that I was unconscious all night. In the corner to my right, Simon was standing there waiting for me to wake up. I immediately started squirming and moaning in pain when I saw him calling Negan with a radio. I tried to scream for help but the clothe wrapped around my mouth prevented me from it. It wouldn’t have amounted to anything anyway since Negan’s tall figure entered the room as I was struggling to loosen my restraints.

“Morning sunshine!” Negan exclaimed as he approached me doing his signature “leaning back” jig with Lucille tightly gripped in his hand. “As much as I love the sound of your voice with your mouth gagged right now, I’m really curious to know what you’ve got to say for yourself after the shitstorm you caused yesterday.”

He gestured to Simon to leave us alone and took off the cloth to let me speak.

“Fuck you, you prick.” I said to him without even a flinch. He could bound me all he wants but he wasn’t going to take my dignity, and I could see that it was getting him mad. Negan took his precious bat to lift it up underneath my chin.

“It’s not a habit of mine to put my hands on a woman but if you keep disrespecting me like that, I’ll make an exception. Got it? “He threatened me with the most dominating expression I’ve ever seen. Knowing what he could do, I just nodded.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ve seen some of your work on the guards that you executed on your way to kill me and I gotta say, I’m very impressed. I don’t usually do this type of thing with perpetrators who try to gun me down but for you sweetie, I’ll bend the rules. From now on, I want you to be a part of this community as one of my hitmen or should I say hit-woman.”

“So, you want me to kill other people for you, even though I tried to kill you? Thanks, but no thanks ”

“Well, I don’t think you really have a choice sweetheart. It’s either you work for me or I feed you to the walkers that we keep in a cage at the back of the Sanctuary”

As he said that, he pushed Lucille harder into my chin. I definitely felt more threatened and trapped. With my hands tied, both physically and figuratively, I had to accept his offer.

“Fine. I’ll do it”. I finally said feeling like I fell right into the trap of the big bad wolf.

“Good. Here are the conditions: You’re going to work solely into protecting the Saviours which means no going behind my back to help the Alexandrians or to try to kill me again. If you don’t respect this, I won’t be afraid to use my Lucille here. Are we clear?”

“Yes..“ I surrounded. As soon as I did, he let go of Lucille off my chin.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Negan said a leaned closer to me and put his hands on the handles of my chair. “Whatever pet name I feel like calling you, you’re gonna have to accept it. It’s my kingdom after all and if you’re gonna be part of it, you’ll live by my own rules. Got it, sweetheart?”

I just nodded back and at that point, I didn’t know if I was more disgusted by his cruel behaviour or by myself for being a sellout.

And just like that, I became one of Negan’s executioner. Although, from my perspective, I became one of the killing monsters who did Negan’s dirty job for him. Any enemy, walker or human, who is a menace to the Sanctuary gets a bullet right in the skull from me whether I like it or not.

The first week was the hardest. I was so miserable being stuck in this place. It wasn’t because I failed my initial mission or even because I was away from my group with no news from them. It was just the daily apprehension of possibly having to gun down Alexandrians who could try to sneak into the Sanctuary like I did. With me going missing and Rick’s thirst for vengeance as strong as mine, it was very likely to happen. Fortunately, another Saviour told me that the day after my infiltration, Negan paid a visit to Rick and the members of Alexandria to tell them that I was now part of the Sanctuary. He also warned them that if any of them tried to come to my rescue, they would risk their life and mine.

It might not have come from the heart, but I still feel like that threat was a gesture from Negan to ease their minds and mine. So that I could accommodate myself better to the situation, I guess. And after that, I didn’t hear from Negan until today.

“Alright now, I won’t speak of her again, especially since she’s not the reason I wanted to meet you today.” Negan said after our back and forth about Sasha. I didn’t understand why he would talk about her knowing how it would make me feel. God, what an asshole he could be.

“What is it then?” I asked him indifferent about whatever he was going to respond.

“Usually, when I meet Saviours in this very room, it’s generally to punish them after they did something wrong, to betray me perhaps.” He said with a deadpan look in his face. At first, I didn’t care about the reason he wanted to meet me but, with those stern eyes staring right back at me, I couldn’t help but gulp. As soon as he saw me sweat a bit, Negan chuckled lightly to himself. “Don’t worry honey, it’s not your case, you can relax”

This motherfucker. He couldn’t help himself but to toy with me a little for his own sadistic pleasure I can only assume.

“You have nothing to worry about precious. Your situation is quite the opposite actually. All I’ve been hearing from everyone around here is how great you’ve been doing. And honestly, their opinions don’t really matter since I’ve been keeping an eye on you daily” Negan surprisingly said.

“Like spying on me?” I asked quite unsettled.

“Not spying on, just keeping an eye like I said.” He corrected. “It’s not like you’ve been doing anything shady babe. I observed you from afar and all I saw was a great warrior protecting her community.”

“You mean forced into protecting it? The Sanctuary is not my community.” I told him very truthfully.

“Whether it was intentional or not, I saw how well you fought and I wanted you to know how pleased I am to see that. Which brings me directly to the point of this meeting”

“I thought we were never gonna get there. Why did you call me here?”

"Hush sweetheart. I’ll tell you eventually, but I need you to keep an open mind”

“Ok..”

“I wanted to promote into a position that will give you the best accommodations you can get in the Sanctuary while still being my main hit-woman”

“What position is that?

“I want you to become one of my wives”

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gigilberry · 6 years ago

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Pride Month Tag

Thank you so much @temporarysentences for tagging me. ^0^

To be honest, I have more story ideas than I actually have WIPs and many of them do have lgbt characters, and I wish I could list all of them out but since this is for WIPs I decided to describe the ones I currently have.

Laila Kazemi: She’s a high school lesbian. :D She’s awkwardly tall, has slightly frizzy hair, and is very quiet when you first meet her but has a sharp sense of humor that often takes people by surprise once they get close enough to her. She loves her Nana (her grandma), her 3 best friends, and has a puppy crush on a girl in her grade. She likes collecting things that remind her of places, making scrap books and moodboards, and reading pop fiction. Her favorite foods are apple cinnamon doughnuts and cheesy fries.

She’s in the short story that I had planned on putting up for June but then, uh, life happened. Oops. But I am definitely going to finish her story, no matter what!

Linny: A chatty, temperamental, and fiercely loyal pixie who gets a crush on a female nature spirit. I haven’t gotten far enough in my story to explore it properly, but for now I believe she’s a bisexual. Linny and my OC have a rocky relationship at first and both of them have to work hard to earn each others trust which they eventually do, after getting over their own prides (lol).

I have so many more lgbt OCs planned, but I’m going to have to write them and their stories first. I tag @anexistentialfanboy and @riverlinden because I don’t know who else to tag. ^-^” But the rest of my other followers are welcome to participate.

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jupiter-reimagined · 2 months ago

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A few days pass by and Knight!Kali and several other knights who are part of the group of knights who protect King!Stone fall sick with food poisoning, so Knight!Butcher and a few others who usually protect Princess!Laila are protecting Stone today since Laila is just staying in her bedchambers mostly that day.

Stone, as he's getting on his horse: Okay, we have a full schedule, I have to go visit nobles who are rather important in the court and then I have to rush back to greet the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. So keep up with me, because I ride rather fast.

Great news, at least it's not as hot as it was during the holiday.

butcher just wordleslly follows after him. i mean. hes not supposed to talk to his charges. so. hope stone wasnt expecting him to be as chatty as he is w laila

also crown prince you say... my first thought is going to akhil but theres like. too many men to even tell who this is supposed to be

#this is also making me realize the very real possibility of it being one of my boys wgich. uh. spooky

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badacts · 8 years ago

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as you did some foxes features hcs, would you mind doing the same of jeremy and jean (and maybe laila and alvarez if you want to)? sorry if you did them already or if you are not interested!

i’mmmm ready:

laila: short and curvaceous and black, with long hair that she wears in coloured braids. very serious and honest, seems a little bit staid, slow-burning temper which is scary when she gets angry enough. looks trustworthy and is protective in a practical way that’s not blatant or overbearing. a lesbian. wears elegant clothes - even in jeans, she makes her outfits elegant somehow. and beautiful dark eyes and expressive eyebrows set in a round face. stands with her hands on her hips all the time. has a really dry sense of humour which carries well in her careful bland voice.

alvarez: a tall girl at 6′, and while she always stands full height on the court she often tries to look smaller off of it in social situations. she likes having jean around because he’s so much taller than her, but she also LOVES laila being shorter than her, and knowing that she can fold down around her when she wants to. shoulder-length dark brown hair that she wears in a spiky little pony tail that never stays put. caramel eyes with long eyelashes. one of those girls who is magazine-cover hot but also incredibly goofy. talks with her entire body. bisexual. firecracker temper with a whip-sharp voice. wears cut-off jean shorts and sneakers all the time, which shows off her legs and is generally unintentional

jeremy: average height for a dude - say, 5′9. slow southern accent, says y’all a lot and smiles like he’s in a toothpaste ad. grossly cheerful and very chatty, a people person who gravitates to the centre of the crowd. looks like someone your grandma would call “a sweet boy” but your grandma has never had to face him on the court where he’s a certified demon. he gets deadly when he concentrates, and has never been red-carded mostly out of skill rather than the desire to not actually win where necessary. doesn’t like to be embarrassed and blushes if he is. attractive in a white-bread kind of way, with neat blonde hair and brightly intelligent hazel eyes and a rather large nose for his face. sometimes his mouth opens and something distinctly old-fashioned comes out, which you’d expect from seeing him, but usually it’s something surprisingly ruthless and to-the-point even if the tone is cheery

jean: tall and broad-shouldered. probably shaves his hair down to a fuzz straight after moving to california because he hates the look and feel of it, hates how he catches himself hiding his scars behind it (and yeah, the tattoo counts). compensates for being afraid by being the most confrontational asshole in the world - blank eyed, utterly truthful without consideration for anyone’s feelings, never lets an insult go unanswered. his eyes look like flint when he’s pissed, but go silvery-soft the rest of the time. his nose is long and elegant and somehow not crooked, but his hands are what he calls an ugly mess (no one else agrees). riko’s last assault on him has left scars on his face, and his short hair exposes the ones across his scalp too. he wears a lot of black, because he likes it, but he’s not against trojan red and gold either. he’s been in the states for years but his accent is still thickly french with a marseilles lilt. rarely smiles, but it’s pretty and a little bit crooked when he does, and the trojans see it more than most

#the foxhole court #the trojans #jean moreau #jeremy knox #laila dermott #alvarez #nerdy headcanons #Anonymous

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violetmessages · 2 years ago

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Laila Chatti, Portait of the Illness as Nightmare

#thank you kc for the screencaps!!!!#torchwood #doctor who #Jack Harkness #Tenth Doctor #Ianto Jones #Gwen Cooper #Toshiko Sato #Owen Harper

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30 Essays on The Best Words in the Best Order, 2021 Edition

We did it. Thirty articles in just over 30 days, on many different aspects of poetry, from themes and contrasts to structure, meter, and rhyme, to metaphors and patterns, to breaking things down and building them back up, from expansive views to introspection. I hope you had a chance to enjoy at least some of the articles. If you didn’t, just a reminder that all 30 are archived on https://facebook.com/theotherpages and https://theotherpages.tumblr.com. I will comment that more of you may be Facebook users, but Tumbler is way better at indexing and presenting than Facebook. The Other Pages is also beautifully presented on Tumblr.

Sincere thanks to Kashiana Singh and Nelson Howard Miller for their help. We were without the services of Bob and Robin this year. Nelson actually did his articles while recovering from Covid, and Kashiana while moving across the country and participating in her amazing stream of other events.

The podcasts were a new experience for me, though Kashiana had done it before. They are archived on https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis.

For the record, while tallies continue, we will probably finish up with over 12,000 reads this year, and over 1,200 reactions and comments on Facebook. The most read article featured Maria Nazos and a poem about domestic abuse. Second place was a poem by Ladan Osman on a child’s perspective of racial disparities. Third place was Kashiana’s commentary on Laila Chatti.

This year’s pieces also focused more heavily on contemporary poets. This was educational and highly enjoyable for me, including the opportunity to listen to, meet, talk with, and even get to know some of the poets featured. Please note that the “other” Kashiana, Kashiana Sharma, does not exist. She is one of the virtual residents of The Republic of Dreams.

Yes, we’ll probably do this again next year (“Yay! We’re being renewed for another season!”), but I think I’ll need to draft some additional editorial help.If you’d like to volunteer, let me know.

A catalog of this year’s episodes is included below. If you’ve liked any of this, please SHARE on your favorite social media platform.

--Steve Spanoudis.

1. Denise Levertov - The Room

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-01---Denise-Levertov-etm13r

2. Molly Peacock - The Flaw

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-02---Molly-Peacock-ettvmq

3. Terence Degnan - the yes no

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-03-Terence-Degnan-eu2bvk

4. Vassar Miller - Without Ceremony - article by Nelson Howard Miller

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-03-Vassar-Miller-eu49ut

5. Ladan Osman - The Key

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-05-Ladan-Osman-eu5vmv

6. Pat Mora - Curandera

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-06-Pat-Mora-eu65og

7. Maria Nazos - Waitress in a Small Town Seaside Tavern

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-07-Maria-Nazos-eubgl1

8. Hayden Carruth - The Ravine - article by Nelson Howard Miller

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-08-Hayden-Carruth-eublto

9. Eaven Borland - Becoming Anne Bradstreet

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-09-Eavan-Borland-eucpuc

10. Tishani Doshi - The Day We Went to the Sea

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-10-Tishani-Doshi-eul1fc

11. Yolanda Wisher - sonnet w/ cooking lexicon

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-11-Yolanda-Wisher-eun0hl

12. Laila Chatti - Deluge - article by Kashiana Singh

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-12-Leila-Chatti-eun4c5

13. Tina Cane - Some Kinds of Fire

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-01---Tina-Cane--Anna-Akhmatova-euriuc

14. Richard Blanco - La Florida Room

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-14---Richard-Blanco-eutlfj

15. Michael Hamburger - Grape and Nut Letter - article by Nelson Howard Miller

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-15-Michael-Hamburger-euv861

16. Ted Kooser - In the Basement of the Goodwill Store

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-16---Ted-Kooser-ev0jd3

17. Keorapetse William Kgositsile - Anguish Longer Than Sorrow

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-17-Keorapetse-William-Kgositsile-ev40s

18. Melissa Balmain - Love Poem

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-18-Melissa-Balmain-ev653a

19. Kazim Ali - The Voice of Sheila Chandra - article by Kashiana Singh

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-19-The-gleaming-work-of-Kazim-Ali---The-Voice-of-Sheila-Chandra-ev7kld

20. Nora Dauenhauer - Amelia’s FIrst Ski Run

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-20-Nora-Marks-Dauenhauer-ev8fum

21. Vona Groarke - Still Life in Marble

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-21-Vona-Groarke-evaoi4

22. Kashiana Sharma (f) - The View from Above

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-22-Kashiana-Sharma-fictional-evek5o

23. Fred Marchant - This is What the Mind Does

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-23-Fred-Marchant-evism2

24. Michael Torres - Because My Brother Knows Why They Call Them “County Blues,” but Won’t Tell Me Why

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-24-Michael-Torres-evlgs6

25. Khaled Mattawa - Bedtime Reading for the Unborn Child

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-25-Khaled-Mattawa-evn34c

26. Rita Dove - Dusting

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-26---Rita-Dove-evpoaa

27. Rainer Maria Rilke - Go to the limits of your longing - article by Kashiana Singh

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/20201-NPM-27---JoJo-Rabbit-and-Rainer-Maria-Rilke-e100ihe

28. Naomi Shihab Nye - You are Your Own State Department

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-28-Naomi-Shihab-Nye-e104bk7

29. Yonatan Berg - Unity

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-29-Yonatan-Berg-e106cpl

30. Jane Hirshfield - Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-30-Jane-Hirshfield-e106jed

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#national poetry month #napowrimo #2021 #the other pages #theotherpages.org #Nelson Howard Miller #Kashiana Singh #steve spanoudis

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rabbitcuddle · 7 years ago

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@catcolors if you don’t mind, what color is this cat? Her name is Laila, she’s a super chatty momma! I’ve always thought she was a very pretty cat! Her owners think she might have mau in her, but I’m not too sure!

#she's so pretty #cat

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prettylittledragqueen · 8 years ago

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Rupaul’s Drag Race Season 9 Episode 1 RuView

RUPAUL’S Drag Race Season 9 Has Begun! As this season premieres I plan to do weekly predictions on each girl’s future in the competition while commenting on there current progress per each episode, any commentary on actual runways will be saved for other posts. EPISODE: So, nobody actually went home. WOW. I loved the format of the episode, the pageant was very enjoyable, and everyone came to bring it this season!! This was a great opening. The lack of Drag Ru kind of made me sad, but he was working that chartreuse, lemon-lime, suit, yes ma'am! WOW there will be a 14th queen. Is it Cynthia??? Is it Laila??? OMG! GUEST JUDGE: She was super chatty, you can tell she was awaiting to be on this show, it was so pleasing watching her see the queens imitate her iconic looks. She really is a beautiful person inside and out, may she continue to inspire the lives of others. AJA: The poor baby is suffering from some bad acne… hopefully in clears up as the season goes on because it’s taking away from her beautiful talent that is her mug. Her personality is cute, but she’s kind of coming off as a bratty little sibling. ALEXIS MICHELLE: Out-of-drag, DADDY AF! She’s kind of funny too, she has this honest way of expressing herself that humors me. CHARLIE HIDES: She is just a lovable cinnamon roll, such a sweet lil granny, and the funny thing is she doesn’t seem old, she’s so full of life! I like that her humor may be a little dark, what’s the fun of life if you don’t ruffle any feathers? EUREKA: This bitch had a negative comment to counter every situation .. like what she so salty about ?! That crying over Gaga, happy you got some camera time?? Anytime the focus wasn’t on Eureka, you could see the salt all across her face as if nobody else deserves attention. She is so extra… and honestly she’s a funny queen, she has concepts, if she could just relax and live a little, she’d be fine. FARRAH MOAN: The poor baby,she is so cute. She really wanted her own work desk ;(. I see so much of me in Farrah, i love her so much. JAYMES MANSFIELD: The poor thing is so nervous, you can see how uncomfortable she is on the runway and around the other queens. Hope she lasts long enough to gain some confidence or gains some after the show. Maybe its hard for her doing drag in a different scene outside of youtube where she’s in the comfort of her own home. KIMORA BLAC: You can already see the other queens starting to get under her skin, uh oh.. NINA BO’NINA BROWN: Life of the episode, she deserved to win. Definitely a top contender. PEPPERMINT: She’s alright so far, still not doing enough for me. She isn’t basic, but she also isn’t monumental. SASHA VELOUR: Work of Art, queen i look forward to watching the most. SHEA COULEE: I love her confessionals.Shea is the perfect blend of stunning and personable. I love her dearly. TRINITY TAYLOR: she thinks she’s cunt, but she isn’t…Early elimination. VALENTINA: She is so fabulous, i like how she handles negativity with her smile, she is a jewel.

OKAY! So here are my elimination order Predictions. With the wildcard of a 14th queen who’s to say how things will go…

Top 3: Shea, Sasha Velour, Nina Bo’nina Brown

4- Alexis Michelle

5- Valentina

6- Charlie Hides

7- Aja

8- Eureka

9-Farrah Moan

10- Kimora Blac

11- Peppermint

12- Trinity Taylor

13- Jaymes Mansfields

If there was a bottom two this week sadly I think it would been Jaymes & Kimora ...

#rpdrs9 #ruview

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