A Photographic Protest For The Season – Exhibitions That Put Instagram In The Pale (Spreaditfast)

http://www.spreaditfast.com/articles/a-photographic-protest-for-the-season-exhibitions-that-put-instagram-in-the-pale#.VdsoLPm6fIU In a world governed by selfies and striving to take one’s amount of “likes” to the next level on Instagram, it’s time to take a step back, put down the Smartphone, and reconnect with what photography really means (The Photographer’s Gallery, see below, already does a weekly “takeover” of that pictorial social media platform)….

Sunday Sonnet [on a Monday], #12, 2015

A wet nose, squooshing and prodding, willing me awake.  A tail wagging and banging, rhythmic alarm to start the day.  Hanging leads pendant in waiting, with rain spilling down the gutters outside.  Damp, yet thrilling to the four-legged children, tongues hanging from mouths with eager joy, their paws clanging bowls in the rush for the…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #21, 2015

[Inspired by Will Stratton’s “Who Will”:] Out on the porch, morning cup of coffee in hand, watching the mist rise from the grass dampened by night, she could still feel those fingers – five fingers and toes, and a cute button nose – a little fist that gripped, that held her there, enraptured. So many…

Sunday Sonnet [without rhyme scheme], #11, 2015

It only took an evening for her to appreciate the stillness, presence palpable of the silence left behind in his wake when he went away, stayed out a single night to be with friends his own age.  In those moments, she foresaw future such hours of darkness lonesome and without a single soul to banter…

Museums To The Rescue! Exhibitions And Events To Conquer Holiday Boredom (Spreaditfast)

http://www.spreaditfast.com/articles/museums-to-the-rescue-exhibitions-and-events-to-conquer-holiday-boredom#.Vc2Vj_m6fIU Everyone loves the summer holidays, don’t they?  Great weather, more time with the kids, days out at the beach, even days off from childcare due that lovely thing called “Summer Camp” – unless, of course, you were too slow in booking a place; or were informed at the last minute that camp had been…

Sunday Sonnet, #10, 2015

It only took a sweater.  Final piece, last remnant of him, found in a box on the top shelf of the wardrobe, dark blue on light – cashmere memory, so soft, no drab fleece for her lost love.  He lived for the best, each item needed be of luxury (con to himself, given his history,…

London Triathlon 2015 and the Rise of the Training Diary Blog (Spreaditfast)

http://www.spreaditfast.com/articles/2015/8/7/london-triathlon-2015-and-the-rise-of-the-training-diary-blog#.VcXUn_m6fIU Training diary blogs have become a big thing in the last few years.  It seems every other person is doing a marathon, a trek, or a triathlon and madly recording the trials and tribulations they’re putting their bodies through.  It’s not about being thin anymore; it’s about being über-healthy.  And as one blogger put…

August 2015 Festivals – Late Summer Offerings For The Music-Minded (Spreaditfast)

https://spreadit-fast.squarespace.com/articles/2015/8/5/august-2015-festivals-late-summer-offerings-for-the-music-minded#.VcJPlvm6fIV They don’t call it a long hot summer for nothing; when August comes round, the tunes of the season have no intention of slowing down.  Move over July, August is starting to prove where the music festival is at. Grab your glowsticks, grab a hat, and if you’re really hardcore, pack a tent […]

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #20, 2015

[Inspired by Chris Call’s “Animals (Miami Chill Version)”:] Key in the ignition, she didn’t wait, gave no pause for thought.  Too late for that.  Just the sound of the engine roaring to life: signal of freedom long-time coming as the wheels turned, rubber burning, stirring the gravel into a frenzy, rough churning equivalent to her…

Sunday Sonnet [without rhyme scheme], #9, 2015

The sun burned down, tanning her skin, and yet no comforting heat did it bring to him to know these summer days would be their last with this view so long theirs only, soon gone with a wave, incoming, of buyers new and hungry for their history; lost now to new money and faces of…