Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
nervous, feeling fear
touch the screen, colour the box
still the noise bangs on
“I don’t care, do you”? “Trust me!”
comfort your fear, use your spark
For this week’s Wordle Challenge, I managed to create a clumsy tanka that touched on my fear and use all the words: fear, noise, bang, colour, spark, use, touch, care, comfort, trust, feeling, nervous.
This week’s Fibbing Friday was fun!
As Di noted: Something a little different this week courtesy of Jim Adams who has been inventive in making up words and asks us to describe what these, if they existed, are or could be used for.
Humpty Dumpty fell
And the crash was heard by all
Still, they said, don’t tell
False flags and footprints
Just like that infamous bell
Preexisting cracks
A story to sell
Elvis alive in freefall
Spinning carrousel
This is in response to two different challenges. One was to write a nine-line verse with this rhyme scheme: a b a c a d a b a, with c and d unrhymed.
The second was to address the notion of the Mandela Effect. I’m not sure if this qualifies, as it’s a non-narrative way to riff about some infamous (or ridiculous) notions, including conspiracies about 9/11, school shootings, the moon landings, and Elvis, but here it is.
Visit both challenges by clicking below.
What tattoo do you want (have) and where would (did) you put it?
Alcohol + New Orleans = Volcano Tattoo
Location = need-to-know basis only
What activities do you lose yourself in?
In the days of yore, my two favorite morning activities (after coffee of course) were bike riding and writing. Each offered a safe space where the passing of time seemed to disappear. The rhythmic pace of the peddling and the quiet tap of the keyboard were all I needed to reach a zen-like state. For many years, they were the flip sides of my morning meditation routine.
I can still lose hours writing (although “lose” seems like the wrong word because it’s wonderful to be in that zone), but my biking experience has changed.
Two years ago, I crashed. And now, among other things, I’m full of titanium.
I still bike, but I’ve lost that ability to get lost in the moment. Instead, I’m a bit obsessed with scrutinizing every bump. And holding my breath. And bracing for possible impact. I feel trapped in that last second before the world comes crashing down.
(It’s remarkably similar to how I feel about the world in general. We’ve clearly gotten stuck in the worst timeline. Reagan’s repulsive Morning in America campaign escalated the Doomsday clock and we’re hurtling towards the end. The courts won’t save us. VOTE BLUE.)
But, I digress …
I feel trapped but I’m not. I keep moving. I remind myself to feel the rhythm when I peddle. Avoid the obstacles, but also notice all the beauty around me. And to breathe.
I’m hopeful that someday soon, I’ll once again be able to lose myself in the moment.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 