Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I reached back to the days when we still thought that maybe there might be lasting consequences for the lies.
This was originally published in September, 2018.
——————————————————————————————————————-
she said but he said
wilting efforts and fresh lies
laid bare to the world
Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows
(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
Determined to shake off the misery for just one day, Margaret vowed to adhere to her self-imposed 24-hour digital detox. Word puzzles filled her first hour. A quick trip to Trader Joe’s for flowers was next. All was good, but then she caught sight of her woebegone expression in the revolving door. Without thinking, she clicked on Insta and the dopamine rush cast a temporary “woe-be-gone” enchantment. Damn, she had failed again! Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
This was originally posted on 7/25/2019 as A Change is Gonna Come (Hopefully).
Sadly, my feelings of being “uninspired or depressed or lethargic” also are like a bad flashback. Anyway … here’s to hope
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 I’m trying to lift myself out of it. So thanks to Sue’s beautiful photo challenge for giving me a hopeful image to go along with the spark of hope coming out of Puerto Rico.
I’ll leave you with my title inspiration-Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come.”
Peace.
I must vent, he roared.
Cracking open the window,
he cried as he fell:
What about the price of eggs!
Now, he’s the one cracked open.
Today’s three words for pensitivity’s challenge are:
UPLIFT
VENT
WINDOW
Sadly, I could find no uplift. Maybe tomorrow.
