sj.renard.writer

Always writing, just not enough time in the day
#amquerying #amwriting #writingCommunity #vss365

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

The raconteur begins the tale in a narrator’s voice that provides backstory. The author easily slips into character voices that build and create the tale. The Anecdotist is drawn in as the story comes to life, one keyed word at a time. She is the #storyteller.

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Creeping below rustling underbrush��A sleek body of fur slips around saplings
Dark, round eyes, all-knowing, watch carefully
Predator and prey, she survives in the forest
New adventures unfold
in the mind’s eye
Immersed in a #novel as the writing takes shape
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#Ermione

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

The day did not split beneath a
grief-stricken sky

Instead, #quietus came softly, like the easing of
wind in the forest

In the whispered hush
that followed, where absence nips at presence

I learned that some
departures do not take,
they release.

#VSS365
#poetry

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Mother, your love,
a twisted mission
of demands and mistreatment
scattered with
care

It wasn’t the child
you bore but the
child inside you
that received
all attention and
grace

#vss365

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Alarm bells ring

wiring hums
beneath the skin

thoughts knot themselves
into dark tangles

breath snags
on a trembling rhythm

beneath the ribs

something begins,

the #falling

#vss365
#poetry
#amquerying

[ChineduAyo @chineduayoo]

here is a thought
hold on to it for awhile
while you keep on falling apart
attend to this thought
although it is worthless to you
it may always be,
but pay what little time you have here
attending to this thought
while you fall apart.

#vss365 #falling

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

@chineduayoo I really love this poem. ❤️

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

They all knew it might
be a #gamble.

The hose should never
have been entrusted
to her hands.

Yet the moment
the water found its voice,
it chose her side.

Not one of her friends escaped.

#vss365

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

#vss365

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Thank you. 🙏

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

#vss365
#poetry

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

@lhallwriter Fiction, memoir, poetry that would love a boost. Also querying ‘Ermione’ as seen on my website.

Thank you Lee. ❤️

https://t.co/5IIJC9KCy2

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

@CliveReed57 Thank you so much. 😊

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

We were a #misfit crew

running Gradalls
digging with backhoes
gripping jackhammers
driving dump trucks
pushing shovels
waiting on blacktop
to arrive, so we
could spread it hot
tearing out
and replacing guardrails

one woman,
four men
fixing roads
all over the state

#vss365

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

@DChrisBader @BithiPaulAuthor Lovely

[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Sun broke the horizon,
spilling beauty in streams
morning pressed inward,
the quiet places shrank
life turned its face
toward the widening glow,
while #dewdrops clung to leaves
each holding secret worlds within,
drying into the air—
only to gather into new worlds by dawn
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[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

the #dove’s call becomes a whisper
grayed windows meld into part of the cage
shadows behind, quick turns missed
walls shrink and grow in equal measure
sounds echo unnaturally through elongated halls
life experienced outside the body is its own form of trickery

#vss365

[Rape Survivor Autistic Poet ✍️✨️ @Autisticmindz]

I love like a lion
full chest, no hesitation,
warmth big enough
to make people feel safe.
That was never my weakness.
That was my truth.
But don’t confuse love
for something you can take.
Don’t confuse softness
for permission.
#vss #bravewrite #vss365 #horrorprompt #lion

[John Elliott @AuthorJohnE]

The chair had an uneven leg.
She sat keeping
balance.

Her eyes shining
just at the corners.

Her stuffed #lion nearly
cut in half
in her grasp.

A creak.
A rip.
Cold swab.
Deep breath.

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[sj.renard.writer @SjFoxx]

Beautiful.

[a sideways mob @aSidewaysMob]

#Tattered 4

overhead, the owl's song faded.
the broad shouldered man roared in anguish.
the knight paused, half-buried in his saddlebags, listening to the echoes.

Ker-bit—lit-le friend—

the knight studied the wild #lion of a man, wondering which of them was more lost.

#vss365

[Becky Spence @bex_spence]

In the house we grew up. A gallery of lions, stuffed toys, postcards of statues, ornaments of soapstone. We made a collection. From moments. Every time a mane tousled, a roar emitted, a paw touched the glass. A cub played, in the long grass. We thought of you.
#vss365