Welcome to the online home of author, Rachel Propst and Heart On Her Sleeve. Just like my own home, this online forum is a reflection of the dichotomous runway of life, achieving individual balance, autonomy, and spiritual success. I say, “Welcome.” I am a jack of all trades and a master of two. Commenting on and curating the experiences of womanhood in the twenty-first century. There is no one size fits all path in life. Writing is no different. Here you will find a world where life and genres collide to create a tapestry of self-care, human exploration, self-discovery, and bravery. Passionate about human connection, each of act of writing looks at the psyche and its broader affects on our lives and choices. This beautifully unexpected journey has created the opportunity for me to discover dynamic archetypes in the most unlikely places. Please enjoy, engage, explore and use this site as it fits your needs. I can’t wait to hear from you!
“She is so strong,” The echo came From one nurse to Next, always the same. From long blood and Lines of strength she Came. Bringing the flood And a spirit so free. My beauty, my girl, My Arrie-Marie
Trapped in a fence Lost from her pack. Six weeks from whence Her natal day broke. Dog catcher responds To a caller so dear Finding my fur baby, Bringing her here Our family to grow Our patience to test Our love to overflow, Our Bella, our pet. ~RMPropst
One, two, four, three, Sitting here at MickyD’s. Truck just won’t start, Dirty jeans and bended knees. Old motor has seen better days, Sweat dripping hand to hood downplays.... (Ohhhh burstin’ at seems) Ohhhh our Appalachian dreams.
“It just is.” Cooking replied. “Magic? Bliss? Healing applied?” - Social accepted (By most, but not all) Tried and time tested From France to Nepal. - R.m.p. - Day: 3/30
Temperamental Tuesday (Take 1) Taking-off, trailing traffic, To tend the tedium. The trap tricks, Terminating transparency, Tersely taking turn. “Time to toil!” Temperamental Tuesday (Take 2) Trailing touch, temporalizes Today, terminating torpor. (Tuning-in tranquilizes) Toes tacitly tapping Tunes. Tiles teeming, “Time to thrive!” #napowrimo #timestwo #rwhhohs
For the call that never comes, For the apology less than sincere, For distance “un”broke, I carry a weight. For the words unsaid, For the dream not chased, For the word I spoke, I carry a weight. What comfortably, strangling heaviness This absence constrains.
When rest has unfamiliar names, And coping skills of olden days Our smaller-selves compete to reign. Her’clean attempts to ascertain Control leap, unfettered, through the brain. Best plans of mice or men mislaid, For the flood oft thought disdained Taken over and reframed In words of weakness and of shame. Truth obscured though still the... Continue Reading →