Sunday Sonnet [Slothful and Tardy], #3, 2015

Eyes open at the sound of dawn: birdsong, car horns, and alarm too loud for the hour. We stretch, we yawn, rise up, take a shower; we dress, we breakfast, lock up, and not long after arrive at work, sit down to song of day’s business.  Phones ring, with clear power bosses direct – soft…

Why All Fashion Bloggers Need To See ‘Vivienne Westwood – Cut From The Past’ (spreaditfast.com)

http://www.spreaditfast.com/articles/why-all-fashion-bloggers-need-to-see-vivienne-westwood-cut-from-the-past#.VT4gYCF4rIU If you head over to Danson House this spring, you’ll find yourself surrounded by the luxurious sample of modern fashion history that is Vivienne Westwood: Cut From The Past.  Exploring the impact of the 18th century on her end of 20th century designs,Dame Westwood’s collection of critically and culturally acclaimed items from her professional…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #12, 2015

[Inspired by Ray Manzarek’s “Riders on the Storm” (Isolated Mix):]   The cry of freedom, multitudinous chorus of liberation; from animal to advanced being – all craving, most deserving. Entities kneeling to gods, life blood their libation, offering in hope for something better than this.  They sing in dreaming, keening for that sweet road trip into the…

Top 3 Recipes For Food Bloggers To Post For Seekers Of That Perfect Summer Body (spreaditfast.com)

http://www.spreaditfast.com/articles/2015/4/20/top-3-recipes-for-food-bloggers-to-post-for-seekers-of-that-perfect-summer-body#.VTYFRyF4rIU So, it’s April.  Spring is officially here (the forward-moving clocks and the equinox have left us in no doubt).  But what these signs also mean is that summer is just around the corner, and with summer comes the dreaded bikini reveal.  Scary stuff.  The smart set start prepping their bodies now […]

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #11, 2015

[Inspired by Delibes’ Lakmé (Act 1): Flower Duet]   Sunlight glances off the glass of window and vase, pale petals cradled in tender golden glow of rays, refracted through the water into a miniature rainbow on the surface beneath.  She moves her hand so slow through the colors, skin washed in varying hues – now flesh,…

Sunday Sonnet [To Start The Week], #2, 2015

  I spoke; you laughed.  I raised my voice.  Foolish to have thought you’d understand my viewpoint. We were never meant to be; the disjoint between us like venom.  This poison dish, my heart, meant for another.  Oh, you wish we’d never been; yet hope – dream – to anoint a bond wholly true.  You…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #10, 2015

[Inspired by Jake Shimabukuro’s “Here, There, and Everywhere”:] Her hair is tied back, hardy gloves are put on, to tame the wild through the window, where – beyond the glass – there lives and breathes a garden overgrown with wildflowers and leaves. Year after year, the woman, at Spring’s showing, throws rough clothes on, boots…