The road that wound through a narrow gap between two mountains clung to a steep heather covered rise on one side and fell away at a dizzying pitch on the other. There were few homes along the miles of isolated barely-pavement and a thin set of wires connected irregularly to tall poles by a now-obsolete … Continue reading Graignagower
Rose Quartz surfaces spontaneously in my yard. The various sizes and shades of pink stone unearth at odd moments, as if pushed suddenly from the ground by forces that needed me to hear a message, delivered with solidity.
It is easy to sit in judgement of others, to overlay our beliefs about how the world works onto their reality...What if we stopped seeing our way of life as a right and instead understood our days as filled with privilege?
This is an excerpt from my second book in progress. A version was published on the contributor blog of Minerva Rising in conjunction with their theme of "Mother". Please visit Minerva Rising and support women's literary voices. *** I managed a ski shop awhile back. It was a fun, laid back, bro-talking industry - for … Continue reading Not Just a Title
Robyn Lynn 