Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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
longing for a mash flirtation becomes romance seduction as art Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau, La Confidence, c. 1880, oil on canvas mounted on aluminum, 68 x 47 1/8 in. Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia. Original gift of Mr. George Seney to the Lucy Cobb Institute, Athens, GA. GMOA 00.67. Courtesy of American Federation of Arts.… Continue reading seduction
did we dance that night or only stroll ‘cross the bridge as the stars grew bright our path illuminated but our destiny unknown Image Credit: Lucas Albuquerque Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje's WDYS Challenge and visit the day after you left for this story's follow up!
memories unbound dusky hunger-sated nights giving way at dawn Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982 Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet's choice.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her. But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her. And then there… Continue reading a better day
young love grows weary his touch turning icy hot as their paths diverge Thanks to Your Daily Word Prompt for DIVERGE and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the wonderful phrase ICY HOT.
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
your touch, tremoring a mirror in snowy light our love, reflected Thanks to Fandango's FOWC for the opportunity to indulge my love for Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac.
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 …
