Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
musk and vanilla old friends met and new trysts found anticipation Thanks to Lynn's Tuesday Picture Prompt for a wonderful memory of that special smell that books have and of the hours spent in used bookstores (and libraries, and new bookstores, and my basement ...).
two minds join as one connected by the chaos to see eye to eye image source – lovethispic.com Thanks to Eugi's Causerie Weekly Prompt for the fabulous image and the idea of "mingle." Both inspired.
a mourning dove cries lamenting the loss of love still, the sun rises Thanks for the photo inspiration to Crispina Kemp's Creative Challenge
clandestine doorways and hidden buried treasures one enchanted day Image credit; Victoria Strukovskaya @ Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for the lovely inspiration.
Buoyant. What a great word. If we say something is buoyant, we could be saying it is light or possibly tough. It might be afloat or maybe flexible. If I’m buoyant, am I resistant, optimistic, or both? Has this last year been a buoyant one? If you define it as tough, then yep. But carefree?… Continue reading Buoyant
lost in paradise love rises as the sun sets our game of chance won I have been so so busy that I've not been on WP for an age! But this beautiful photo from Eugis Weekly Prompt inspired me and Fandango's WOD "lottery" put me in a thankful state of mind so here ya… Continue reading love won
longing for a mash flirtation becomes romance seduction as art Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau, La Confidence, c. 1880, oil on canvas mounted on aluminum, 68 x 47 1/8 in. Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia. Original gift of Mr. George Seney to the Lucy Cobb Institute, Athens, GA. GMOA 00.67. Courtesy of American Federation of Arts.… Continue reading seduction
life’s only promise we break, yet we rise again metamorphosis Thanks for the inspiration to Linda's SoCS Challenge
As I say below, this piece was written originally on April 9, 2020 for Sue's WritePhoto challenge. Today seemed an apt time to revisit it. Thanks to Fandango's Flashback Friday Challenge a shower of blue upon a blanket of green spring’s carillon song Thanks Sue. Visit her for details on the #writephoto challenge and other great pieces.
Unmet but felt met Leaving this world as she lived Lifting with her words I never met Sue Vincent, but when I learned she was ill, I wept. And when I logged into Word Press today (after several days absence) and learned she was gone, I wept again. Tears are blurring my view even now.… Continue reading For Sue (a Haiku)
