she said but he said
wilting efforts and fresh lies
laid bare to the world

Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
she said but he said
wilting efforts and fresh lies
laid bare to the world

Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites
falling water swirls
her mind follows its heartbeat
she flees the vortex

I think of this haiku as a companion to the flash fiction piece I wrote for The Drabble. It’s only 97 words so check it out here if you haven’t read it. #foreveryes
Neither of these pieces is meant to suggest or advocate suicide. It wasn’t until someone asked me if “she” killed herself that I realized how easy it is to have that interpretation. To me, both this and #foreveryes are about taking back your power. Turning away from those attempting to control your choices. Claiming Your Life.
But as I reread them I see my anger and sadness and fury and frustration. And I shouldn’t be surprised. So often these days, I find myself feeling overwhelmed by it all. Choking. As if I’m being force-fed a steady diet of misogyny and racism and hate. And every time I try to use my words to go directly at the issues, I get bogged down. But … clearly my emotions are peeking through. And that, I think, is a good thing. Anything that pushes it out so it doesn’t choke me is a step forward!
Anything that helps put this into the trash heep of disgusting ideas! 
So … “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”
#IBelieveSurvivors
#WhyIDidn’tReport
a violet stone
where my lilac heart once beat
veiled by purple haze

Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Writing Prompt
cover up they say
the boys are fragile they say
your steam tempts they say

Writing Prompt (Steam / Cover) Thanks to RonovanWrites
Cover Photo depicts relief on west side of Orvieto Cathedral
dances with dust mites ~
distant motes of light sparkle ~
cosmos reveals life ~
