Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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At the Edge of Voice
Already, I am looking— at my son, eight years old, his voice nearly stolen by the noose that sought his life and light. I look again, and wonder if the entertainer will carry forward the creative fire, my love for the brightness of the sun.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
Existence - A Novela
Loss and grief are probably some of the most powerful emotions an individual can experience. Most cannot understand the depths of sorrow and despair of another until they have experienced it themselves. The waves of change in Existence represent the waves of emotion one experiences and the battle between the desire to hold on tightly and relinquishing control. There is a hope of abatement coupled with an emptiness that swirls in the murky waters of the riptide of grief. - Rebecca Gonzales, From a letter to Dr. Higgs, December 5, 2024
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Fiction
Writing Authentically:
“It is natural to take on someone else’s style… a prop that you use for a while until you have to give it back. And it just might take you to the thing that is not on loan, the thing that is real and true; your own voice.” - Anne Lamott, "Finding Your Voice", Bird by Bird.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Education
EARTH MOTHER
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.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
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.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
EXISTENCE
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.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Fiction
EXISTENCE
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.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Fiction
