wielding destruction
as a shield to be carried
she blustered and raged

Thanks for the inspiration Heeding Haiku (hurricane) and Fandango’s FOWC (carry)
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
wielding destruction
as a shield to be carried
she blustered and raged

Thanks for the inspiration Heeding Haiku (hurricane) and Fandango’s FOWC (carry)
This week I’ve been messing around with my categories and other sundry items. Trying to make this blog better as I’m slowly figuring out how things work and how I’m really using it. And during that process I realized that I’ve totally forgotten to post links to my “People” pieces for the last few months. I think it’s old age brain catching up to my old age knees!
Anyway … I may be changing how I’m going to link to them in the future. Again … this blog is definitely a work in progress but in the meantime I’ll play catch up with some of the ones I’ve missed. I feel really lucky that I get to write these pieces. I have met some truly wonderful people in the process.
Terrance is one of those people. I had never met him but he graciously agreed to be interviewed for this story. I’m usually pretty good at putting people at ease, but I think we were both a little surprised by how well we got on. Ultimately we spent well over two hours talking that day. And it seemed like we talked about EVERYTHING from family and favorite restaurants to the things that relative strangers (and sometimes relatives!) are not “supposed” to talk about including race, religion, and politics.
Luckily, we continue to cross paths pretty regularly and every time I see him his optimism lifts my spirits. I truly am lucky to have met him. Find out more about what makes Terrance and St. Pete special here: Green Bench Monthly’s People of St Pete
Cover Photo: Tina and Terrance on board The Looper (author photo)
to save the future
our genuine connection
must enlighten hope

This haiku was written for and inspired by the word and photo prompts of
and
The Haunted Wordsmith (featured photo and word prompts of enlighten/connection)
and
Scott’s Daily Prompt (genuine)
under stars they vowed
dance till the sun sets us free
but day broke her heart

Thanks for the inspiration
She blinked at her reflection. Was she destined to always be cast in the role of “mother”? Hell she thought. Let’s rock-n-roll. Chopping as she stared at her old eyes under the new fringe.
(34 words exactly)
The Battle of the Bang. I know it well! I’ve spent a life time chopping and growing and chopping and growing. (Oh … and coloring)
One year ago: 
This week: 
Next month: ?????
Thanks to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
And to Linda and her SoCS writing prompt (roll/role)

