"She pretends to be a daring truth teller but never mentions her most obvious problem: she's fucked in the head" - twitter user Breadloaf on Camille Paglia

The infamous breadloaf cat.

> I see > That's really good data > Boss only had a theory about it so, having a confirmation is even better > I appreciate the answer Gold Locks > This gif reminds me of you, it is yellow and small [As The Clerk sends a... R-Rather bunnyfull video of a breadloaf]

need a fanart of rocky being a breadloaf😔😔

Breadloaf ties

FLP BOOK OF THE DAY: They Spoke of the River by Judith Bowles   On SALE:    finishinglinepress.com/produ…   WINNER OF THE WILLIAM MEREDITH AWARD FOR POETRY Drawing from narrative traditions and influences such as Mary Oliver and James Wright—two beloved poets of Ohio—as well as the ghazals of Rumi and the plain-spoken wisdom of Robert Frost and William Stafford, poet Judith Bowles traces back the voices and oral histories of her Ohio roots, following the river of their words. Her third collection of poetry, They Spoke of the River is less memoir-in-verse than reliquary of the American experience, one which uses history, childhood, marriage, and elegy as rite and container. In the manner of Thornton Wilder’s stage manager in Our Town, here the past, present, and future fold over each other, as Bowles offers tough attention, all culminating in a volume that feels a bit like myth, a bit like news, and a bit like the dream of a life, experienced by one Ohioan, whose whole vocation has been this act of listening.  #riverpoetry #ohiopoetry #narrativepoetry #midwesternpoetry #mindfulness   Judith Bowles is the author of two earlier collections of poetry, The Gatherer (2014) and Unlocatable Source (2019). She has been a resident at Bloedel Reserve, Breadloaf, and the Kenyon Summer Writers Retreat, and she earned her MFA in Creative Writing from American University in 1986, studying under poet Myra Sklarew and novelist Kermit Moyer, later teaching creative writing in the department of English. From 1978 until 1985 Bowles was the poetry program director of the then Iona House, producing three anthologies featuring the work of participants. Her poetry has appeared in Gargoyle, Innisfree Journal of Poetry, Ekphrastic Review, Delmarva Review, and other journals.   PRAISE:   JUDITH BOWLES has the ear of the cautious trapper in her poem by that name, one who listens to the wind,  “a shimmering sound meant only for this earth this day.” So much of her brilliant new collection, They Spoke of the River, her third and the winner of the William Meredith Award, recalls the language and attention of naturalists of another century, the lyricism of a Thoreau or a Muir. But with her Columbus roots, her clarity of speech, and her fresh imagery, Bowles most reminds me of another writer from the hills of the Ohio territory, her literary contemporary, Mary Oliver. This is a spiritual book if spirituality is the hardheaded ascent up and out of the roles imposed upon us from the world that wants us to stay in our place and be good. Thus she will always be a poet of discovery, the difficult way of one’s own self in the world. They Spoke of the River is her finest book, a keen translation of the heart’s passage towards nothing short of grace. –David Keplinger, winner of The Rome Prize in Literature   They Spoke Of The River is more an experience than a reading. We’re invited into a world where every phrase is evidence/reverence for what can be saved–language created for what would otherwise be lost as memory. Judith Bowles’ clear-eyed poems show us how the value of words make a reverence for personal truth. Here in this collection are traditions, customs, family connections, skillfully crafted, vivid with felt life—the poet’s breath on every page. –Grace Cavalieri, Maryland’s tenth Poet Laureate   I know that the Universe is a generous place because it has given us, They Spoke of the River, a new book of poems by Judy Bowles. This is a book of joyful simultaneity, a book that arcs in and out of a lifetime, with an eye to the future, while mindfully loving the present. Much like the heliotrope flower follows the sun along its daily journey, we live a lifetime, struggle in the wake of family tragedies, and reckon with parts of the American past that can never stay in the past. “I put myself near you with these words”, the world is a brief and expansive sojourn while held for us in the hands of this poet. –Majda Gama, author of The Call of Paradise

It's missing breadloaf!!!

Breadloaf Knocker!

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cröissant and breadloaf

The one in the table is Pearl Jam is a slice of breadloaf with jam and pearls.

I believe in the bread crumb theory that planet earth broke of a big breadloaf and earth as a crumb fall down the distance of the eiffel tower… @sdkh @elonmusk

cat in modified breadloaf mode 😌

My lil breadloaf🥹

Breadloaf got torn

You know ‘breadloaf’ - some folks here voted yes in 1980 and then no in 1995. Some people are still on the fence. What’s that tell you?

I'm crossposting this to r/toronto. Count your days breadloaf

lowercase cat assumes breadloaf mode position on top of uppercase cat

I don't know what it is about the Russian UAZ 452 Van that I like so much. It's like an ugly duckling. But to me... I think it's adorable. The Russians call it the Breadloaf.

Breadloaf faced hag thought she ate😂 Bitch is blaming Louis for being an angel and staying quiet after her aggressive childish fav hit him. Why didn't Zayn's team deny it ? Are they all "hospitalized"? Just admit he's a violent cunt and move. Throwing fists to the camera is so😭