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
a mourning dove cries lamenting the loss of love still, the sun rises Thanks for the photo inspiration to Crispina Kemp's Creative Challenge
clandestine doorways and hidden buried treasures one enchanted day Image credit; Victoria Strukovskaya @ Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for the lovely inspiration.
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
future paths unknown obscured by the veil of time still, we dare to live Image credit: Eric Muhr@Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for the beautiful inspiration.
Suspended beauty Imprisoned by the moment Reaching for the sky Image credit: Richard Kesperowsk@Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for providing such a lovely photo inspiration.
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.
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.
A figment alleged. But that vision melts away as true life bares all. Image credit: Angele Kamp @ Unsplash Sadje's WDYS Challenge today was to think about birthdays .... This got me considering life in general. Is our life imagined anything like our real life? If not, is that good or bad? And more… Continue reading true life revealed (a haiku)
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)
