Happy Friday y’all!
March is Women’s History Month so I thought I’d share this bit with you.
Every year, March is designated Women’s History Month by presidential proclamation. The month is set aside to honor women’s contributions in American history.
The poem below was inspired by the sage advice I received years ago from an elderly lady who truly fought to make a difference in the role (and treatment) of women in society. I feel she made a historical impact by influencing the small groups around her. She certainly left an impression with me.
I won’t name her because her M.O was to act subtly and not bring attention to herself. Surprisingly she got a lot accomplished with her (ur-um) antics. RIP A
We did not burn our bras but wore them proudly; Holding–supporting–glorifying the mammary glands that would feed the next generation;
For the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
We did not give animated voices to our vaginas for the world to hear but let them speak in secret whispers that moved mountains.
We did not make a spectacle in the streets to prove our equality For we knew in our hearts [already] that we were superior.
The above poem is from Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
Well it’s not really freaky unless living in the woods and being surrounded by creatures seems a little eerie.
I think it’s eerily beautiful.
Happy Friday y’all.
The gruesome photograph that inspired the title [and the book cover] for Once Upon a Dead Gull. That was roughly eight years ago and [amazingly] this cover hasn’t changed much.
A peculiar short story anthology, I admit, but it was written for the horror genre.
Even more peculiar is that none of these stories are about a dead gull.
The poor seagull’s parting gift to mankind… to me, was simply to give life to a book title and cover I had been struggling with.
Fast forward eight [very short] years and one [bitter] historical freeze and…
No, I don’t have a new book release to announce but I do have a dead bird.
I couldn’t save the beautiful little bird but I did (in a poetic way) paint him back to life.
My skill level does not do him justice.
Life is good. Amidst the chaos and the struggles don’t loose sight of that fact. ✌🏼
“Be still and know that I am God.”