Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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/
the steps rise steeper
as her tomorrows decline
yet still she persists
I saw Helene’s What Do You See Challenge directly after reading the news of yet another infuriating decision to exert control over women. I am struggling to retain hope for a future where (as a woman) I am considered to be a person not merely a vessel to be used then tossed aside. So this is as hopeful as I can get this morning.
And to all those who insist on sticking their business in my uterus, I say …
Tina Stewart Brakebill 