|Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild
||[Feb. 28th, 2018|10:36 am]
With thanks to radiantfracture for introducing me to this poem by Kathy Fish, whom I had not previously met:
A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: a bewailing). A group of librarians is an enlightenment. A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence. A group of short story writers is a Flannery. A group of musicians is — a band.
It gets less happy.
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