A sea unending
Shifting countless grains of sand
Inspiring wonder

Thanks to Sue for the inspirational photo. Click here to find out more.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
A sea unending
Shifting countless grains of sand
Inspiring wonder

Thanks to Sue for the inspirational photo. Click here to find out more.
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 1917: “transporting crates of oranges.” Thus, this deeply probing look at my interior life 😉
Plus consider this, my Wear Orange for Gun Safety contribution.

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 by them but I wish them well as they transition to this.

And thanks to Ronovan Writes for the perfect prompts (hope/dash) for my new buggy friends! I substituted awaiting for hoping because I liked the way it sounded.
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 useless platitudes. Twelve more families to add to the seemingly unending list. Twelve more ….
Thanks to Linda’s SoCS prompt for giving me a forum for my silent screaming.
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.