Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
Smickering strangers: A prophesy for shame or Arbitrary love? Thanks for the flirty inspiration to Fandango (arbitrary) and to Tales from the Mind (smicker) And for those of you (like myself) that need to know, one of the the definitions of smicker is "to ogle and smile amorously." So go forth and SMICKER! You never know… Continue reading about last night …
One of my favorite Word Pressers (not sure if that's a legit phrase, but I like it!) has started a new venture called The Short of It. It's a wonderfully generous site where she gathers and publishes short-form prose and poetry. In her words: My goals are to find those poets and writers who have… Continue reading living love (for The Short of It)
sun lit memories of wine stained molten kisses warm the bitter nights as lips once burnt by fire still smolder in the mind’s eye Image Credit: ©2020 Padre Ramblings This wonderful photo sparked memories of hot European days and nights, so thanks to Colleen's Tanka Tuesday for the photo and to Putting My Feet in the… Continue reading memories
Spiders from Mars. That’s the first thing that came into her head when she saw it. Thinking of Ziggy Stardust made her smile. She’d always loved Bowie. But that thing—whatever that thing was supposed to be—most certainly did not make her smile. The assignment had been simple enough. Create an original art piece for her… Continue reading Star Crossed Lovers & The Spiders from Mars
