Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Swinging her legs over the cliff’s edge, she can’t deny that the view is spectacular. But even this vista reminds her that it’s hopeless. The blue sky was only temporary. Already it was fading into the flat gray water. Soon enough the sky will darken. Night will fall. The glow never lasts. The dice turn… Continue reading A Fish
Buoyant. What a great word. If we say something is buoyant, we could be saying it is light or possibly tough. It might be afloat or maybe flexible. If I’m buoyant, am I resistant, optimistic, or both? Has this last year been a buoyant one? If you define it as tough, then yep. But carefree?… Continue reading Buoyant
lost in paradise love rises as the sun sets our game of chance won I have been so so busy that I've not been on WP for an age! But this beautiful photo from Eugis Weekly Prompt inspired me and Fandango's WOD "lottery" put me in a thankful state of mind so here ya… Continue reading love won
It had been an impromptu decision. A be in the moment, what could possibly go wrong, you only live once, I’m not THAT old, you’re not the boss of me kind of non-decision decision. The kind that had ruled (or almost ruined if you asked her) his life until she came along. No. This couldn’t… Continue reading An Impromptu Decision
A tale to be told? Once brothers in law but now eternal neighbors. Thanks to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge (neighbor) and to Fandango's FOWC (instead) for the inspiration for this tale as old as time.
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)
Am I a dreamer? Still full of hope as I yearn. Or am I a clown? Yes, says the face in the glass with your destiny foretold. Image courtesy of Forgottenx at DeviantArt I’m not sure that this piece fits perfectly into any of the challenges that inspired me today. So apologies if… Continue reading quixotic musings
putrid memories slip into my mind like rot as grace is denied As the kids would say ... #mood Thanks to Fandango's FOWC and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for providing words that could be used to fit my current state of mind: PUTRID, SLIP, & GRACE.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
You provoke! he cries. An Aberration. he cries. You make me! he cries He cries. I apologize. False tears. We begin again. Important reminder: COVID-19 has worsened the ongoing horror of domestic violence. If you or a loved one (in the U.S) needs more information or help, they can contact The National Domestic Violence Hotline As… Continue reading false tears (a tanka)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 