Rising wall of blue Chaos spins from his still eye Exodus denied Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for a great photo challenge. I live in Florida, so obviously Dorian has been on my mind for the last week. Feel free to interpret this piece as a statement on that bitch! Thankfully, we got off pretty… Continue reading Spinning Chaos
Co-work or co-opt? Feathers spread like a peacock Mansplaining his theft Thanks to Linda and her SoCS challenge. T'was fun.
whispering, we cross a falsely drawn line twisting tales of old Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes. Our challenge: create a haiku using the words twisted and cross. I think of this haiku as my short ode to my favorite worst treaty--the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo. "no human is illegal"
Enflamed and engorged My heart beats a bloody red Echoing desires For the delights of lost nights Or the release of found days This Tanka was inspired by two separate challenges. First, I love the phrase “echoing desires,” which was our challenge phrase from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Secondly, Reena’s… Continue reading Desires: Lost or Found
The world spins around Bringing a spark of new hope As fuel for the flames I've been WP MIA for a couple of weeks. Between the heat and the constant rain and the general state of our world, I've been uninspired or depressed or lethargic. "Whatever" has been my go-to feeling of late. Ugh. But… Continue reading A Change is Gonna Come (Hopefully)
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 …
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 …
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