Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
truthfully she pledged
to “love honor and obey”
then parody died
Thanks to FOWC and Ronovan Writes for the prompts.
And for the record, this is not a reflection on my marriage, which is alive and happy, maybe because we never promised to “obey.” 😉
to discover words
opens your mind to wonder
and your heart to love
Thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith and Sue Vincent for the great photo prompts. In the midst of the chaos of … well everything, both of these picture reminded me of the sweet calm of my “happy place”–reading. Books really were my first love. The library (and all the wonderful librarians I have known in my life) will always hold a special place in my heart and mind.
a trace left behind
the memory’s taste still sweet
my lipstick lover
Determined to spend at least five minutes not thinking about … all of it!
Thanks to my always dependable inspirations
and
in danger of hope
we resolve not to question
the dream of all dreams
I live in Florida, so if you live in the States (or follow American politics) then you’ll understand my mood this morning. Careening between anger and despair. Trying to find hope by either looking closer to home (I’m proud of my community) or beyond the confines of this ridiculously racist state as a whole. But it’s tough.
Was I stupid to be hopeful?
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Thanks to following for their photo and word inspiration even if everything was filtered through my dark mood!
Sue Vincent’s Wrote Photo Challenge
Burning blue
So hot I am almost translucent
But I want to be …
Unseen
Impalpable
Concealed
Hidden from eyes that watch
Obscured from those that see.
Invisible
Consumed
Today’s Writing Origin Story:
Procrastinating from the work I am supposed to be doing, I turned to my Word Press Reader. No intentions of blog writing. I have stuff I NEED to do! Deadlines. I’m just taking a short break to read some other people’s stuff. So I’m reading and I see that Sammi Scribbles prompt this weekend is TRANSLUCENT. I love that word. The way it feels in my mouth and mind. But I am NOT writing for my blog today. Things to do!
But …maybe I’ll just see what this weekend’s SoCs prompt is. No harm in that. Oh no. It’s a fun one!
Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy!
So–you know, just to see what it would be–I pick up the book on the top of my “to read” pile: Postcards by E. Annie Proulx (recently purchased at a used book store) and point. I land on this sentence: “Jewell was the one afraid of accidents and fire, had seen her father’s barns burn down ….” (page 36 in 1992 paperback version).
And instantly my brain connected translucent and burn and the prose/poem thingy (above) is what emerged. Can’t decide if I like it. Can’t decide if I’m trying to tell myself something! Perhaps it’s connected to my angst over the coming election. I don’t know.
But here it is.
Now. I am going back to work.
Probably.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 