Bout of Books Read-a-Thon Aug 21-27

If you like to read A LOT and appreciate a challenge, join a read-a-thon. I didn’t know such a thing even existed until today, but it sounds pretty awesome, esp. because I already read all the time. The goal is to read as much as you possibly can within a week and update your reading progress as well as interact with other people who are also doing the challenge. There are some prizes available, but it’s really about the experience. Now the question is, which books should I read? My shelves are full and I’ve even got some library books hanging out so there’s no shortage of material.

Photo by Aris Sfakianakis on Unsplash

The Bout of Books read-a-thon is organized by Amanda Shofner and Kelly @ Reading the Paranormal. It is a week long read-a-thon that begins 12:01am Monday, August 21st and runs through Sunday, August 27th in whatever time zone you are in. Bout of Books is low-pressure. There are challenges, giveaways, and a grand prize, but all of these are completely optional. For all Bout of Books 20 information and updates, be sure to visit the Bout of Books blog.




The Longest Post Ever

Do you believe any human to be subhuman?

I’m legitimately curious, not really trying to start a debate or anything.

Maybe Nazis are still humans or are they pure evil?

If you defend Nazis and racists go fuck yourself

Only the pertinent man will pass as white

Runaway slaves found freedom. They didn’t back out.

Now I seem to be missing some people on my friends list.


P. S. I’m all for toppling statues of historical scum bags

The only thing I find troublesome about taking down statues is a removal of history

I’ve tried so many kinds of angry protest

In this world, especially in light of recent events

I’m glad I’ve missed the news the past few days

These ideas will have me breaking through walls, left, right and center

It’s dangerous to go alone… take this!


I wonder, does Trump ever look at things and say, “What have I done?” or is he just that stupid

Friends, I’m gonna tell ya what the soldier told me: if you’re going on a mission

Practice shooting, or maybe we should just impeach him



Somehow injured my tailbone to the point of immobility

It’s been 5 years since I dodged the reaper

Also today, I had to call 911 on the way to my doctor’s appointment

Sometimes volcanically angry young women are reduced to invalids

What would you recommend to a family member with esophageal cancer… and diabetes….

And heart disease… to help boost the healing process

To start feeling better?


I like knowing that some people will remember me as the girl who yelled at them for eating

I bought a can opener and found a pic I think I actually look good in

As a white-passing, multi-racial woman of color, I have always occupied a very weird space

I am the woman dressed in something that comes above the knees or elbows

But Im having a Sun King Dragon’s Delight to celebrate surviving

I want watermelons

I asked for a big water with my beer, the waitress did not disappoint



We ate “hate cake” at a “traditional marriage rally” and now

Timothy and I have some big news to share with everyone

We’ve been building a baby’s dresser

When my 10 yr old boy asked for a phone case with the glitter liquid and pink

I asked him, “Are you sure you want THAT one?”


I’d rather have my child, but by golly, if I gotta give her up, we’re going to make it count

There are few things better than wide-mouthed slobbery baby kisses


I officially have the apartment to myself for the next week

Home alone for the next few days

Every pair of socks I own are cleaned, folded, and put away



Well son of a fuck man

Who could only grunt, shriek, or scream

America is so gridlocked with fuckery

Going according to plan, we just walked into an ambush

For real though, let’s put aside all the terrible shit going on and realise…

Our demise is just one panic attack away


When something troubles me I’m the type of person who needs to talk about it

We were both feeling stressed

At twenty-eight, I snitch all the time. Everyone will know your secrets.

The things we’ve seen are just so “weird”

I couldn’t believe the “truth” until I knew it myself…WOW


Then we drove through two states

We caravaned to Indianapolis, a day trip to see the sunflowers

We needed a pilgrimage



Art Garfunkel has a M. A. in mathematics

JFK seldom talked about his sister Rosemary Kennedy, who was a bubbly champagne

Today’s got me thinking about how Harriet Tubman carried a pistol and how

Kim K said she is naïve about racism


So many things I want to say right now but would make this the longest post ever

Rainbow on Lake Michigan


Note: This is a Facebook poem – I grab statuses from my friends on any given day and try to take the heartbeat of social media. This post is from August 16, 2017.

Lagerszpracha: The Common Language of Concentration Camps

For prisoners held at concentration camps during World War II, a new language called lagerszpracha arose from necessity. In many camps, there were prisoners of up to forty different nationalities, many of whom spoke different languages. It became increasingly apparent that they would need to use a more familiar common language (also known as a lingua franca to us word nerds).

This language became lagerszpracha, also refereed to as lagerjargon or, rather morbidly, crematorium Esperanto. The official language of the camps was still German, but prisoners used lagerszpracha to communicate among themselves, particularly because using their native language was forbidden.

There were different varieties of lagerszpracha, which was created primarily out of Polish, Yiddish, Hungarian and Silesian dialects, as well as other languages spoken in the given camp. These differences were observed not only between camps but also between the language used in men’s and women’s camps.

Below is a book I am currently reading, which briefly mentioned lagerzspracha and made me curious to investigate more:




Interpreting in Nazi Concentration Camps

Bread & Butter

When I was kid, my mom and I would often walk on either side of a pole and then say “bread and butter” when we came back together on the other side. Today, while we were driving, she brought it up, asking “I wonder where that comes from?” Immediately, I decided to find out.

Turns out this “bread and butter” tradition dates back to at least the 1920s, if not earlier. It is a superstition that if a couple (either romantic or friends) is broken apart during their walk by either another person or another object, they must say “bread and butter” when they meet up again, or they are doomed to have a conflict later on. The thought is that bread and butter go together, and that bread, once buttered, cannot be “unbuttered.”

Although my family has only ever used “bread and butter” in this way, people have also used “salt and pepper” in this superstition.


Source: Signs and Superstitions Collected from American College Girls, published by American Folklore Society in 1923

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Y’all Should be Watching

Any administration that goes after

Fill-in-the-blank recipes

Has the tendency to cook up leaks.

They suggest the President’s D-Day

Anniversary will commence with

An extravagant baptism.

After a ten-pound week,

Trump will listen to our minds and find

It feels good to ruin beach day plans.

He will swap to closet retirement

Only too soon, leaving reliable resources

Behind, like sweatpants and sleep,

Obsessing over a bodysuit and light duty.

I bullshit you not, these interviews

Require planning.



Find Me Here

A Facebook Poem


We don’t always end up with the loves of our lives

Because men keep demanding sex from their partners.

Just describe bedtime at your house.

Women start to cat-call back – Hey you! Tap this!

And then wake up in a trunk, dead as Alice

Waiting for her burial in the Casket Lottery.



A transgender man shared incredible before and after progress photos,

But men are more than muscles, athleticism, and the clothes they wear.

Transmen and transwomen, queer persons both binary and non-binary

Come clear that they’re transitiong and cis people confuse them with trannies.

Ask your husband if he’d still love you if you got a sex change?

Women are more than tits, cosmetics, and fertility.



Let me introduce you to my new, fuzzy daughter, unshaved.

She sings songs about cabbage and tells me about

Nine things that are slowly going extinct (thanks to Millenials).

Bahaha. She makes this face…

Someone called her Japanese tea party racist and told lies

Like ten different urban legends rolled into one.



The best way to drink prosecco is on wheels.

I let stress eating get the best of me, but I don’t care

What anyone thinks. Today I is growned up.

Just had a lady ask if she could “salt” her coaster so it doesn’t stick.

Im so agitated… Im going shopping after work today…

If you need me later… find me here.

Meet Maven Moxie

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A bit about me: I graduated from the University of Wisconsin – Parkside with a B.A. in English.  Since then I’ve taught as an adjunct lecturer, published some poetry, and gotten involved in the local Kenosha/Racine WI arts scene. My next great adventure will be grad school, but applications and planning and are still in the works for that.