Another day gone
Words muddled and lost in grief
We stumble forward
Thanks for the inspiration go to Fandango’s WOD Challenge of STUMBLE.
Life Goes On
Sharing My World
It’s been awhile so I thought I’d start back easy, thanks to Di’s Share Your World Challenge over at pensitivity 101.
Here are this week’s questions:
How do you like your coffee/tea?
- Tea. Ughh!!! Much like Ted Lasso, I find it disgusting. Hot, cold, sweet, milky, lemony—it doesn’t matter. Yuck.
- Coffee. Immediately every morning. Always hot with just a splash of real cream or half and half. NEVER NEVER SUGAR!!!
Are you a dunker (of biscuits/cookies)?
- Absolutely NOT. If a cookie (or biscuit for my-non USAers) is meant to be soggy then it should come that way. And if we’re talking American biscuits, if they are made right then they don’t need dunked. They are already soft and buttery doughlishishness.
What is your favourite biscuit/cookie?
- Soft sugar cookies. Mmmm. Or hot chocolate chip cookies. YUM. Or oatmeal chocolate chip … Can’t lie. I love almost all cookies. Except if you stick raisins in them. Which is wrong on every level.
Have you ever baked your own biscuits/cookies?
- Does slice and bake count? Just kidding. I have baked American biscuits and cookies from scratch. Not often but enough to know, I’m no baker.
periwinkle dreams
periwinkle dreams
indigo tinted starlight
and violet skies
As Linda tells us “It’s another prompt of the day! Today is your tenth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Maggie. Thank you, Maggie! Please be sure to visit Maggie’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 10th 2023, is “periwinkle.” Use the word “periwinkle” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Visit Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for more info and great writing.
Friendship as a Metaphor
Not the time or place
Friendship as a metaphor
A true love denied
“Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene,” was painted by Simeon Solomon. As a gay Jewish artist living in Victorian England, his work was almost lost to history. Solomon, who was associated with the 19th century Pre-Raphaelite movement, had his career cut short when he was arrested twice for same-sex liaisons with men (in 1873 and 1874), at the apogee of his fame, and it tragically changed the course of his life.
After his prosecutions he no longer exhibited, although it was still collected by a select few. In 1884, he was admitted to the workhouse where he continued to produce work, but his life and talent were blighted by alcoholism. Twenty years later in 1905, he died from complications brought on by his alcoholism. He was buried at the Jewish Cemetery in Willesden.
Thanks to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for the inspiration to share this piece of history.
LOVE IS LOVE!
a new year comes to florida
Shooting guns.
Exploding stars.
Drunken girls scream woo!
Another downtown Saturday night?
Or the sounds of new year’s mo(u)rn?
Thanks to Fake Flamenco’s New Years Challenge which asked us to “write about what the new year means to you.. We will write 5–7 lines of free verse for either subject.”
And to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge I admit I cheated a little and used “stars” instead of constellation. The rhythm got me 😉
Visit their sites for further info and great writing. And Happy New Year y’all.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 