Made of 30% butter and 30% sugar, the Kouign-amann is pure pleasure. This divinely rich pastry comes from the coastal town of Douarnenez, France, where it was accidentally created in 1860 by a busy baker who had run out of pastries to sell. Quickly, he combined bread dough, butter and sugar, yielding what is now a quintessentially Breton treat. So go ahead. Treat yourself.
Attention Poets and Storytellers! The Writer of the Month prompts have been selected for April! This month we encourage you to submit poetry in celebration of National Poetry Month. The prompts for April are New Beginnings, Color, and Nature.
All entries are due April 1st by 3:00 PM.
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Congratulations to Writer of the Month, Ava Coriaty!
17 shades of pain
Adapted by Ava Coriaty
(Original by Meredith Reeves)
17 shades of pain and the first one goes to the homeless
They don't got a place so they can never be a hostess
Number two for the people on the streets with out shoes
They don't got any money so they be makin some moves
Playin music on the streets
Here comes number three
For all the people forced to be what their parents really dream
Number four for the ones that can't give their family more
Number five for all of the soldiers who died goin to war
Ya think it can't get worse
but oh trust me there’s more
Number six for the kids at home, always bein sore
theyve been abused beatin to the core
don't got no where to go Just wantin to be loved
But then it's too late, slam, they be floatin above
Number seven for the ones lost on 9/11
They been bein missed
A day I wish never had happened
Number eight goes to the girls that want a skinnier waist
They think that they're fat, cause they got rolls when they sat
Number nine for all the ones actin like they fine
Yea sure there's a smile on their face
inside their minds a really scary place
Number ten for not knowin when
Eleven for just goin then
Twelve is for the ppl that dwell on the past
Thirteen for relationships that never last
Fourteen for the kids that are mean
Fifteen for the people that are stuck in between
Can't make up their minds
They be thinkin they blind
Almost all the time
Sixteen is for the people that gotta sell, they don't got any money, they praying that nobody will tell
Then there's one more
I saved just for last
Seventeen for everyone that's gotta messed up past
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