Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Today’s prompt from FOWC inspired me (one could say it prompted me) to say a few words about the road trip that begins when my husband and I rise Thursday morning at the beautifully dark hour of 4:30AM and hit the road by 5:30. “Where ya headed?” Glad you asked. We are going north to… Continue reading Calling All Boots
“To find what you seek, unlock the castle doors. Precious beyond words. But only words will open the way.” “Open sesame!” “Abracadabra” “Shazam” No luck. Jane’s heart was trapped behind those doors and they’d made it a game. But she was good at games. Think! Hours passed. Then she remembered. Gandalf! Say friend and enter!… Continue reading Unlock Her Heart
dim desires engulf us uniting as we breathe fire melding skin to skin Many Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonavanWrites
cloudy concoctions of smiles and apologies artful illusion ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and FOWC
belief sustains hope hope ignites radical change change nurtures belief I am trying to retain belief in our system. I hope that things aren't going to get much much worse before they get better. But I'm really really struggling with both. All hope seems lost. And I find myself believing that our system is too… Continue reading the circle of change
my broken heart bleeds flowing red where once it throbbed a drum’s waning beat Word of the day (heart) courtesy of FOWC
she said but he said wilting efforts and fresh lies laid bare to the world Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites
falling water swirls her mind follows its heartbeat she flees the vortex I think of this haiku as a companion to the flash fiction piece I wrote for The Drabble. It's only 97 words so check it out here if you haven't read it. #foreveryes Neither of these pieces is meant to suggest or advocate suicide.… Continue reading Fleeing the Vortex
I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it's OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself .... But ... And what about ... And if a tree falls in a forest is… Continue reading #foreveryes
a violet stone where my lilac heart once beat veiled by purple haze Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Writing Prompt
