Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Ben was patient. He could wait. No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them. His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target. SPLAT! Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter. Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection. This 280 character tale about… Continue reading TWBB* Strikes Again
A sea unending Shifting countless grains of sand Inspiring wonder Thanks to Sue for the inspirational photo. Click here to find out more.
She used to worry. Why was she so unhappy? He gave her everything. Every day his people came. They made sure that every part of her body was taut and sleek and limber. Masseuses and yogis. Stylists and waxers. Doctors and manicurists. Poking and prodding. Smoothing and stretching. Watching. Then they’d go. And she’d be… Continue reading She Used To Worry
thick skin, hard to peel sweet and juicy underneath am I an orange? I’m currently in research mode, so the book on my desk is Raymond Arsenault’s St. Petersburg and the Florida Dream. Following Linda's directions, I closed my eyes, flipped it open, and pointed. I landed on the description of a photo from circa… Continue reading Metaphorically Speaking …
Awaiting their time To spread their wings and take flight The dashing pair sleep This buggy haiku was inspired by seeing these rascals (pictured above) firmly stuck to the side of a building last night while walking home from dinner. Social media posting help me identify them as dasychira meridionalis. Honestly I’m still creeped out… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Daisy
moments of silence commemorating the dead kneeling silently to send our thoughts and prayers silent bows of surrender Once again ... twelve more murders to add to our list of shame. Twelve more people gone because our so-called leaders refuse to stand up to the NRA. Twelve more deaths that will be met with the… Continue reading once again …
when our days are spent the rivers still flow to sea and the earth endures Not sure if my words are hopeful or fatalistic but the photo is beautiful! Thanks Sue. Click here for more great writing and the rules of the game.
When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Uninhibited Uninhibited Let yourself rise in the light When the moon beckons When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Emancipated Not sure if this is any kind of actual poetic form or just three separate haiku strung together but I like it… Continue reading When the Moon Beckons
taste my bleeding heart its sweetness drowned in fury battered by the fight In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I'm Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.
truly, madly, deeply … a song truly, madly, deeply … a movie (with Alan Rickman!) truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs to be avoided if you want to be a “real” writer (according to conventional “wisdom”) truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs that inadequately qualify and/or modify how truly,… Continue reading on adverbs and outrage
