Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
seeking to avoid an unchosen destiny she slips through the gap like a whisper in the night a bounded servant no more I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader… Continue reading defying destiny (a tanka)
Flashback post for Fandango's Flashback Friday I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my… Continue reading The Lights
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt. No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go. Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck. Forever. No! Now beckoned.… Continue reading Following the Sun
She used to worry. Why was she so unhappy? He gave her everything. Every day his people came. They made sure that every part of her body was taut and sleek and limber. Masseuses and yogis. Stylists and waxers. Doctors and manicurists. Poking and prodding. Smoothing and stretching. Watching. Then they’d go. And she’d be… Continue reading She Used To Worry
Tina Stewart Brakebill 