Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Once, fame had been his drug. Now, those covers were nothing but an anathema. A reminder of his age. All he wanted was peace. But they always found him. Somehow. He took a deep breath. Tossed his hair. Smiled. Maybe just one photo he thought as the giggling middle-aged women approached.
Late to the game for the “anathema” 52 word challenge, but thanks to Sammis Scribbles for an excuse to use it in a story and to Linda’s SoCS Challenge for a reason to write about FABIO!
to break me, condone
my sins fill a laundry list
plenty to choose from
Thanks to the following for the inspiration (prompts) of laundry, condone, and plenty: Rag Tag Community Word Challenge and Fandango’s FOWC and One Daily Prompt.
Just a girl they say
Just one more pop wanna be
Just watch me she says
This haiku was inspired by this wonderful piece of art by Vincent Giarrano provided courtesy of the photo challenge at Mind Love Misery Menagerie and by the train of thought inspired the word of the day (daredevil) courtesy of Tales from the Mind of Kristian.
when day turns to night
the echo of your heartbeat
stays my fleeing soul
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the inspiration.
I used synonyms today: echo and heartbeat (for sound) and heartbeat and fleeing (for motion).
drops float in the air
a prism of light and color
held in a moment
before they swim to the earth
bathing the colors of spring
Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Write’s Haiku Challenge (float/swim) and Colleen’s Poet’s Choice Tanka Tuesday Challenge
Tina Stewart Brakebill 