Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
Dear Earth Mother, I look out into the world and see long stretches of asphalt, slick with oil. I witness the gathering of debris beneath overpasses and tangled in reed and willow scattered over river banks. Great swaths of land are torn asunder to make way for slabs and walls of concrete. The streams and rivers carry and pour death and decay into your oceans. Extinction of the wild beast and creatures of the sea and sky are joined by ranks of spider, beetle, and bee.
Mysterious and Unknown
Dear Mysterious and Unknown, I wake before Sun’s gaze reaches this valley - I lay waiting for the cock to crow - Herald announcing the coming of a new day. Earth takes in a deep breath as Sun stretches her arms high into the sky and then settles just as her rays, like fingers, wrap around the ridges of the eastern mountain range.
Continued from Part VI UNREQUITED If it exists; it remains out of reach. Dodging, twisting, racing, shrinking away I had it once upon a time - true love. Or so I thought - ripping, shredding, tearing It left me - completely. Alone in the dark.
Continued From Part V July 31 (nine months earlier) Anna said goodbye to her husband and daughter before hanging up. Accelerating to 75 miles per hour, Anna set the cruise control and turned on her music app so that she could listen to music as she headed south on the I-15. Her mind rehearsed the events of the previous day and night. Her sibling had conspired to exile her and to make it very clear that she was considered an interloper.
Continued from Part II The method of sleeping and waking had become a ritual over the past nine months. The "pop" of the hermetic seal and a wash of oxygen began the process each morning. Missy and Pow would gently leap onto the platform as the glass enclosure rolled back, kissing and sniffing Anna's face until her eyes opened. Most mornings, Anna would say good morning to her babies and roll out of bed.
Dedicated to Dr. Paul Nolan Hyde July 16, 1942 - August 1, 2021 “Tolkien's use of light and dark is so patently obvious in the text of his books that it is almost embarrassing to mention the subject. Anyone who is familiar with the volumes published by Christopher Tolkien after his father’s death is unavoidably aware of how profoundly the concept nourishes the overall creation of middle earth.” - Dr. Paul Nolan Hyde , The Moral Myth Mythmaker: The Creative Theology of J. R. R. Tolkien (2002)
Praise Thee, Horai
Initially a prayer or supplication used in formal and religious processions, the litany has been more recently adopted as a poetic form that catalogues a series. This form typically includes repetitious phrases or movements, sometimes mimicking call-and-response. - Poetry Foundation