image link With black furry paws and retractable claws a vixen fashioned a place of twigs and fur beneath two rocks, a warm and protected space. A vixen’s curled in her cozy den when the bays of the hounds come close again. She snuggles her kits close and shivers, not with cold. She…
Month: October 2017
Day 18 — OctWriPoMo — Innies and Outies
image link Innies and Outies One A place in the sun – by myself or with a friend. Sugar sand, bright blue sky, Blazing heat, with water nearby. A big terry towel, coconut oil, A small tote cooler with El Chapo hard cider. Quiet talk, or none at all. Pandora on the phone And…
because #metoo is just too much
Originally posted on fearfree living:
i have not always been brave i don’t know how many there were i was on the ground there were hands grabbing at me. squeezing me. pinching me. i couldn’t tell you how long it lasted. it ended when i grabbed one of them by the back of his head…
Day 17 — OctWriPoMo — Peacock and Butterfly
image link The challenge was to write a poem/story with no more than a total of 50 different words used. I counted 53 total. It was fun. You have heard the story of the croc and clock, But have you heard the story of the butterfly and peacock? Molly and Polly went walking one day…
Day 16 –OctWriPoMo — The Next Life
image link Quite the list of things that go bump in the night. For a person who feels like the Wonder Woman of trauma survivors there sure are a lot of them left. OK, here’s one: fear of showing fear. Back in the day, showing fear was carte blanche to the abuser. There shall…
The Daily Post — The Daily Prompt — Ascend
image link One summer day, near the 4th of August, I decided to take a walk in the woods of the back 40. I’d never been that deep into the thicketed terrain, as it was mucky in places, blackberry thorns would mean certain tears at skin or clothing, and there were rumors every so often…
Day 15 — OctWriMoPo — Cog
It’s 4:15, time to leave, to pick up kids who need rides, to services, just like every Tuesday. Starting to shut things down, getting my desk in order; my boss appears at the entrance to my cubicle. “It’s time for your annual review.” Oh really, you never even gave me one last…
Tao Talk 