Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Once, fame had been his drug. Now, those covers were nothing but an anathema. A reminder of his age. All he wanted was peace. But they always found him. Somehow. He took a deep breath. Tossed his hair. Smiled. Maybe just one photo he thought as the giggling middle-aged women approached.
Late to the game for the “anathema” 52 word challenge, but thanks to Sammis Scribbles for an excuse to use it in a story and to Linda’s SoCS Challenge for a reason to write about FABIO!
to break me, condone
my sins fill a laundry list
plenty to choose from
Thanks to the following for the inspiration (prompts) of laundry, condone, and plenty: Rag Tag Community Word Challenge and Fandango’s FOWC and One Daily Prompt.
Just a girl they say
Just one more pop wanna be
Just watch me she says
This haiku was inspired by this wonderful piece of art by Vincent Giarrano provided courtesy of the photo challenge at Mind Love Misery Menagerie and by the train of thought inspired the word of the day (daredevil) courtesy of Tales from the Mind of Kristian.
engines went silent
the time to fly was over
mother nature won
I loved the peaceful feel of this photo by David Kovalenko but it also made me think of the orange one and his minion’s hysterical (and completely untrue) claim (let’s call it what it is—a lie) that the Green New Deal would abolish flying. This weird little haiku came out of that head space.
Thanks Susi. Read more and see the details for the haiku challenge at I Write Her.
thunder rocks n rolls
to the beat of pounding rain
spring debuts its band
This haiku was inspired by the rainy Florida days that harken the end of our beautiful winter weather. Colleen’s choose your own words Tanka Tuesday Challenge and this beautiful photo (courtesy of Helene’s What Do You See Challenge) complemented my thoughts perfectly. Thanks!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 