My notes app is where I penned a lot of the poems in my debut and is where Iβm writing my new book. Between my dog and baby (now toddler), there is always someone in my lap snuggling. Using my phone is how I get words in. #writers
You?
My notes app is where I penned a lot of the poems in my debut and is where Iβm writing my new book. Between my dog and baby (now toddler), there is always someone in my lap snuggling. Using my phone is how I get words in. #writers
You?
Iβm writing what I hope will be the final draft of a novel in verse. Itβs something Iβve wanted to do forever. A beautiful book on topic I care deeply about and a MC I would have loved to have been friends with.
#poets #writers #authors #ya
Iβve been haiku-ing it up this month. This week Iβm all about love (good and bad).
#haiku #poet #poetry
I want to like it here on Bluesky. Iβm so lost. I just want a space to connect with others.
My book available from Amazon.
Hi! Iβm Rena. Poet. Adoptee. Ex-librarian. Occasional artist.
π I write about love, healing & dysfunctional families.
π¦ Nova Scotian living the rural life in AB.
β€οΈβπ©Ή Raising a kind human as I re-parent myself.
π©·Almost Loved is my debut collection.
#poet #author #indie
Itβs a lovely piece.
Tower of books written by black people: Legendborn by Tracy Deonn Sing me to Sleep by Gabi Burton Immortal Dark by Tigest Girma The Ending Fire by Saara El-Arifi You made a fool of death with your beauty by Akwaeke Emezi The dead cat tail assassins by P. Djèlà Clark Skin of the Sea by Natasha Bowen The Poison we Drink by Bethany Baptiste This Wicked fate & This Poison Heart by Kaylynn Bayron The Merciless Ones & The Eternal Ones by Namina Forna Before I let go by Kennedy Ryan Honey & Spice by Bolu Babalola Seven days in June by Tia Williams The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta Lucky number seven & Yours to have by Anna Danae
Fantasy, Romance and Poetry books by black authors #booksky #blackbooksky
You want to love meβ
Girl on fire, burning bridges
never felt so good.
-Rena Joy Poetry
#haiku
Day 2
our branches are stripped
splintered roots unearth decay
my family tree
-Rena Joy Poetry
#haiku
Day 1
What if you spend the rest of your life chasing love.
Only to find her cowering in the pit of your stomach.
What then?
From my collection Almost Loved. Perfect for anyone navigating complicated family dynamics.
Today is the last day Almost Loved is available to read on Kindle Unlimited.
#poet
My toddler has seen me cry a lot in the last few days as I grieve the loss of my grandma. She brought me a tissue which just made me cry harder. Iβm raising a kind and loving human. My grandma would be proud.
#love #grief
This is lovely. Thank you.
Oh! Thatβs amazing. Congrats.
I miss you on threads. But I understand the move.
Nice! Thanks for sharing.
This year I want to play more and that means I will likely create a lot of crappy art in the process.
If you are an artist say hi, so I can check out your page. I would love to connect with some mixed media artists especially if you combine writing with art.
My husband loved the Wild Robot. I havenβt read it yet.
That sounds amazing.
ADHD + CPTSD + Mommy Brain =
Thinking I responded to an email but in reality didnβt.
A week passing is actually a month (constantly missing time).
Takes very little to feel overwhelmed.
What are you reading/listening to?
Iβm listening to the house of my mother. π²π
lol.
One of my future stretch goals is to have a mixed media poetry exhibit. Tonight, I was supposed to go to a session on how to prepare for that and get a tour of a gallery. But it was complete whiteout on the roads and I couldnβt justify driving in those conditions. ππ
#winter
Today, I woke up in need of corn chowder. It was salty and so, so yummy! ππ
What food reminds you of childhood?
Corn chowder reminds me of my grandma. She lived in Taber which was perfect for growing corn.
Her whole backyard was a garden. I remember watering the corn and running through the stalks in my bare feet and letting dirt squish in my toes. It felt like freedom and joy.
Hi! Fellow poet here!