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Random Rants, tutto e niente

To Do Lists

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Yesterday’s To Do List

  • disrupt the status quo
  • smash the patriarchy
  • be an ally
  • shatter the glass ceiling
  • practice intersectional feminism
  • crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
  • be civil

Today’s To Do List

  • disrupt the status quo
  • smash the patriarchy
  • be an ally
  • shatter the glass ceiling
  • practice intersectional feminism
  • crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
  • be civil fuck that
    • be mean to random idiots on twitter until I feel better

Tomorrow’s To Do List

  • disrupt the status quo
  • smash the patriarchy
  • be an ally
  • shatter the glass ceiling
  • practice intersectional feminism
  • crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
  • be civil fuck that
    • be mean to random idiots on twitter until I feel better
  • don’t equate being civil with staying silent: STAY ENGAGED AND DO NOT LOSE HOPE!
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Trying to get my mojo back today and the confluence of prompts from SoCS (mean) and Putting my Feet in the Dirt (captivating confines) and FOWC (disrupt) helped do the trick! Thanks y’all.

 

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Consumed

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Burning blue

So hot I am almost translucent

But I want to be …

Unseen

Impalpable

Concealed

Hidden from eyes that watch

Obscured from those that see.

Invisible

Consumed

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Today’s Writing Origin Story:

Procrastinating from the work I am supposed to be doing, I turned to my Word Press Reader. No intentions of blog writing. I have stuff I NEED to do! Deadlines. I’m just taking a short break to read some other people’s stuff. So I’m reading and I see that Sammi Scribbles prompt this weekend is TRANSLUCENT. I love that word. The way it feels in my mouth and mind. But I am NOT writing for my blog today. Things to do!

But …maybe I’ll just see what this weekend’s SoCs prompt is. No harm in that. Oh no. It’s a fun one!

Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy!

So–you know, just to see what it would be–I pick up the book on the top of my “to read” pile: Postcards by E. Annie Proulx (recently purchased at a used book store) and point. I land on this sentence: “Jewell was the one afraid of accidents and fire, had seen her father’s barns burn down ….” (page 36 in 1992 paperback version).

And instantly my brain connected translucent and burn and the prose/poem thingy (above) is what emerged. Can’t decide if I like it. Can’t decide if I’m trying to tell myself something! Perhaps it’s connected to my angst over the coming election. I don’t know.

But here it is.

Now. I am going back to work.

Probably.

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History, Random Rants, Travel

Two Days BEFORE Dawn

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Can we do it?!

The Road Trip Triangle (as mentioned in previous post) had begun!

Back to back: 613 miles and then 627 miles

We shall see …

Day one began before dawn as we turned onto the highway–just a bit behind schedule– at 6:08AM!

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Eleven hours later we arrived in Birmingham after enjoying one fifty-song 1980s play list, one six-episode podcast (Dirty John), one Georgia diner lunch, one (not our) car-on-fire delay, one road unexplainably blocked by a crane, and one Eufaula, Alabama history lesson (conducted from the passenger seat by yours truly).

fullsizeoutput_532BRIEF ASIDE FOR A SLIVER OF THE HISTORY LESSON: Evidence of Eufaula’s wealth (made possible by enslaved labor and its location on the Chattahoochee River) is still abundant in its well preserved historic district. But I found this abandoned motel a more compelling image. Glorifying remnants of the antebellum south challenges my fierce sense of outrage given the current state of our political and cultural landscape.

A few hours later, we arrived at our hotel just out of Birmingham. Exhausted but feeling accomplished! After a couple of beers at the hotel bar and 30 minutes staring at TV, we were out!

Good thing because …

Day Two began even earlier. We woke at 3:45 (which was 4:45 for our still-in-the-eastern time zone frame of mind) so we got up at hit the road. Which meant we got to see this beautiful sunrise over the Tennessee River in Alabama. (Disclaimer: picture does not do it justice. Moving car. Dark. …)

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Much like the day before we had a playlist (50 great songs from last ten years), a podcast (started season three of Serial), road side food, and a lot of bathroom breaks, which included the fanciest rest stop I’ve ever seen. It’s actually on the register of National Historic Places in Kentucky. Fancy!

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But finally, eleven hours after we left we arrived at our interim destination!! And there were boots!!!

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AND wine!!!!

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And visits with friends and family. And 25 MPH winds. And a wind chill of 35 degrees!!!

It’s been a couple of good days. But tomorrow we hit the road again. This time for a marathon 744 miles.

Can We Do It?!

We’ll see.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Unlock Her Heart

Tina Stewart Brakebill

“To find what you seek, unlock the castle doors. Precious beyond words. But only words will open the way.”

“Open sesame!”

“Abracadabra”

“Shazam”

No luck. Jane’s heart was trapped behind those doors and they’d made it a game. But she was good at games. Think! Hours passed. Then she remembered. Gandalf! Say friend and enter!

“Words!”

And her heart bound out the door.

 

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Thanks to SoCS

And SammiScribbles

And Friday Fictioners

And FOWC

Featured Image (castle walls) courtesy of Rochelle Wysoff-Fields