Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Falling
Sweet Lullabies
And a Good Night Moon
Falling
Fast Cars and Slow Songs
Morning’s Light
Falling
Looking Ahead from Behind
Caught In Quicksand
Falling
Moon Beams and Starshine
A Path Illuminated
Falling
Dot Dot Dashing By
Slow Down
Falling
Jagged Edges
Cutting Deep
I know I’m late to this challenge but I was feeling inspired. Thanks to Dverse Poets Quadrille Monday!
No longer, not yet
As my broken heart beats on
Still, fragmented, yet
Merril at https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/15/poetics-august-transitions/ has asked us to consider a transitional time in our lives. Still struggling with a recent loss, I’m in the midst of figuring out how to heal. Writing helps, when I let it.
on whispering winds
words flutter, thoughts unspoken
hiding in plain sight
Thanks for the inspiration to Sue W and JC’s weekly prompt challenge word: HYDAN
This week’s provocative question(s) from Fandango:
Are you currently on Twitter?
I do have a Twitter account. I don’t Tweet myself but it used to be a pretty good forum for info and entertainment. In the past, I primarily used it to keep up with current news and to follow my favorite authors, social justice warriors, and historians. The latter, in particular, offer fantastic context for current events. Since Musk (and his obvious right-wing crush and thin-skinned small dick fragile ego) took over, Twitter’s usefulness has diminished greatly and its ugliness has exploded. I’m rarely on it anymore.
Have you heard of Threads and are you likely to open up a Threads account?
I have heard of Threads and many of my favorite follows have migrated over to it. I don’t love the idea of giving Zuckerberg more of my business, but I’m probably going to give it a try. I already have an Insta account so it’ll be easy.
If so, will you maintain your Twitter account or will you move exclusively to Threads?
I’ve never been an active Tweeter, so I will probably let it go dormant and see what happens with Threads. Who knows, maybe the baby man will dump it and it will return to its previous level of stupidity / usefulness.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 