And ill intentions
Her mind is
Racing to the
To trip over
The depths of
Her gaping thoughts
Clinging tightly to
Her collection of
Cushioned by an
For she loves not
Because they forgot
What it means
Now she only aches
To be free
In her dreams
It was a successful trip to Tucson, Arizona to participate in the Tucson Festival of Books.
A special thanks to Arizona’s KOLD news 13 and KGUN 9 for the media coverage and support, we appreciate you!
Thank you, Arizona, for the great experiences and the wisdom that was imparted onto me.
We’ll see you next time! ;)
In a time where relationships are transient, temptation surrounds us and there’s more accessibility to anyone via technology, we find our inboxes and private messages flooded with words that blow up our egos, but those “e-lationships” still don’t keep us warm at night nor do they have any depth. What we’re left with is a mass of people suffering from a love deficit. Still, sometimes the hopeless romantic is caught daydreaming of a love that sticks like glue, untainted by external factors, exclusively exploring the depths of one another and building an empire from a solid foundation of trust and loyalty.
Dream on, lovers. 💋
Our children are the beauty of the future, they are receptacles of the love & knowledge we give them so we must remember to give it abundantly. There is great power in being equipped with a hearty education (worldly & formally) and bountiful love. Our children deserve this, as does the future of humanity.
I was blessed to have a chance to visit & spend time with my chubby wubby nephew after reading to the kiddos at Hope Academy and it filled my heart with hope and love. 💕
For the deep thinkers & the elite dreamers…
About last night…
Hmm. Where do I begin?
Drifting from room to room
Staring truth in the face
Before gulping it down
Liquid courage to keep up the pace
Floating in my mind
Drowned in thoughts
Of keeping composure
As I stare Oprah in the face
Shake her hand, Fionna. Introduce yourself,
Your work, get a grip, smile,
Not too much, not too little, focus…
Still, a blurred moment in time
When dreams blend with reality
Let me gather my self
Gather my thoughts
This moment is mine
I glide through the party
Smiles & conversations shared with
Common, Union, Alba, and DuVernay
Progressions and connections is the only way
Navigating the scene
To assure being seen
Creating a new space
To inaugurate the words beyond my face
He came from little, was witness to the most heinous catastrophes. He always had to fight to survive, so his world was cold and cruel. The son of devoutly religious parents who weren’t afraid to use the name of God to justify their inflictions of pain. A nurturing, yet detached mother and a heavy-handed, laborer father. The couple who made sure they nearly lived in the church, only creating confusion in their children who were preached to about God and love but that lived a much harsher reality. This was a somber and consequential family with a deadpan demeanor.
She came from wealth, where silver platters were abundant, and there was always someone to do the dirty work. Household duties were the jobs of maids, not a wife. Alas, there was dysfunction brewing in the love she was taught. The truth remained, children learned most by what they saw, not what they were told. That’s been true since the beginning of time and will forever remain so. The daughter to a nurturing, yet detached mother and a fun, loving father whose whimsical disposition was too often lost at the bottom of his angry, violent whiskey bottle. Another devoutly religious family always searching for hope in the darkness. Nevertheless, there was no shortage of celebration and helping those in need. This was a compassionate, devoted family with a jovial demeanor.
Two broken people with steep love deficits, seeking someone to complete them and fill their voids without understanding the truth about love.
He built something out of nothing and was living a dream when it came to material things. All he needed was a wife and children to complete the vision of perfection he created in his mind.
She was drowning in hopelessness with her current over-bearing situation, feeling trapped by her roots and desperately needing an escape. All she needed was a knight in shining armor to rescue her and take her to ecstasy, the way she dreamed her life would be.
And just as the saying goes, “timing is everything.”
They crossed paths at a time that would later prove to be catastrophic. But, in that moment, they thought it was the timing of saving grace.
A misrepresentation, an impostor, lost in translation… literally and figuratively. A tragedy unfolding…in love.
To be continued…
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and whether you’re floating in love with that special someone, celebrating your freedom as a single person with your favorite wine & sappy book, or showering your favorite little human with love, books are always easy, great gifts. So why not add one or all of these to your V-day shopping list! There’s something for everyone! All books are available online through Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Send me pictures of you with your copy for a shoutout here on the blog (www.fionnawrites.com) and on IG & FB, and to be officially entered in my next sweepstake with gifts you’ll love! Happy gifting, happy reading, happy loving! 😉