Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
thick skin, hard to peel
sweet and juicy underneath
am I an orange?
I’m currently in research mode, so the book on my desk is Raymond Arsenault’s St. Petersburg and the Florida Dream. Following Linda’s directions, I closed my eyes, flipped it open, and pointed. I landed on the description of a photo from circa 1917: “transporting crates of oranges.” Thus, this deeply probing look at my interior life 😉
Plus consider this, my Wear Orange for Gun Safety contribution.
when our days are spent
the rivers still flow to sea
and the earth endures
Not sure if my words are hopeful or fatalistic but the photo is beautiful! Thanks Sue. Click here for more great writing and the rules of the game.
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 (them) and it (they) captures my feelings about the lovely photo that Susi provided at I Write Her.
taste my bleeding heart
its sweetness drowned in fury
battered by the fight
In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I’m Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.
truly, madly, deeply … a song
truly, madly, deeply … a movie (with Alan Rickman!)
truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs to be avoided if you want to be a “real” writer (according to conventional “wisdom”)
truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs that inadequately qualify and/or modify how truly, madly, and deeply angry I am this week
truly, madly, deeply … #youknowme
truly, madly, deeply … a haiku
a song sung fiercely
truly madly deeply felt
demands to be heard
truly, madly, deeply … WE WON’T GO BACK
Many things inspired these random ramblings and specific outrages including Linda’s SoCS challenge to start my post with an adverb.
Not sure this is what she had in mind … but stream of conscience it is.
Image from breakingthroughtheglass.com/2018/02/02/feminism-types/
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