Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?
I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?
I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.
Peace and Blessings!
I will share “Something To Think About” for the next six weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?
I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.
What Damon has shared in this YouTube short from a recent interview will remain with me for years to come.
How apropos is this right now at this very moment?!
Millions of people will have to accept what has occurred, endure it as best as we can, and eventually come out on top.
Hold on. Be strong. Don’t ever let go.
an unscheduled day off
enfolds my screaming body.
the mind stays strapped to
the foam of an
inviting mattress.
the soul cannot move.
I know these days . . .
mentally, I’m challenged,
and freeing myself from
the depths of this dark
space is often harder
than I’d like.
bedbound for the morning,
I watch news of Western NC
as cities lay underwater,
roads are washed away, my
friend’s brand new home
drowns before her eyes.
food and supplies have to be
air-dropped to designated
places.
“these are the last days.”
I turn over to reach
for someone to hold
and forget, momentarily,
that I live alone.
seeing the world differently now
I’ve always had big, bright eyes,
the only difference is now–I see
what I should and question it
on sight. I know what is
in front of me and
behind me, too.
©2024 Tremaine L. Loadholt
A Cornered Gurl 
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