Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Molly watched and wondered. Mama always told her it was for the best. They weren’t really captives. It was for protection. They’d hurt themselves or others if they were free. But still, Molly wondered. Were they happy? Sad? Were they envious? Did they know they weren’t free? Or was mama right and they didn’t even… Continue reading For the Best
Shadows in my mind Uncertainty halts my steps Am I free or not Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ Unsplash Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje's WDYS Challenge.
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)
Dreaming of freedom. Thoughts of bacon are banished. Steve drifts out to sea. photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash Thanks to Three Line Tales for this wonderful reason to write this haiku style short tale about pigs (which I love). Short version instructions include Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).… Continue reading Steve the Pig
Free from care. Carefree. A cosmic joke or the truth? Only time will tell. Thanks to Sammi for an interesting prompt. Not sure my deep thoughts translated into a great 14 word haiku but I enjoyed the challenge.
When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Uninhibited Uninhibited Let yourself rise in the light When the moon beckons When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Emancipated Not sure if this is any kind of actual poetic form or just three separate haiku strung together but I like it… Continue reading When the Moon Beckons
how liberating to be a man for a day and be free of me Fandango posed an interesting (provocative even) question today: “If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?” As I thought about the question, I kept coming back to the same general thought—freedom. So instead of writing about the… Continue reading If the Caged Betta Could Stir Up the Sea
The phrase “Inky Adventures” reminds me of Nathanial Hawthorne’s famous 1855 diatribe on female writers: “America is now wholly given over to a damned mob of scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public taste is occupied with their trash-and should be ashamed of myself if I did succeed.” Admittedly… Continue reading Inky Adventures & Scribbling Women
i wax poetic ~ on mangy mutts and milkmen ~ musing on times past ~ When I was a kid, dogs freely roamed the neighborhood. No leashes or fences to keep them tethered. The whole world was their dog park! That sounds wonderful in a naïve nostalgic way. But, in reality, it meant they were… Continue reading Musings on Mangy Mutts & Milkmen
you question nothing the answer is the answer you choke on the words Thanks for the Writing Prompt to Putting My Feet in the Dirt
