Sunday Sonnet, #24, 2016

[Image by Natalia Drepina] Back of hand upon grass, green against white; in her palm a bloom, plucked from wild – a sign of her freedom, quashed when she’d moved in; wine not enough to dull ache of her loss.  Kite without a breeze she felt now.  That she might have turned away, not played…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #25, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Moby’s “Machete”:] Head spinning, not here: three tubes of thick fresh blood taken at needlepoint to discern, decide, whether this life she lived was threatened – by something inside. // Eyes roving ceiling, not aware: the rhythm of night just gone beating her pulse still, like his, together each inside…

5 YA Novels That Would Smash It On The Small Screen (AmReading.com)

In the month that it’s revealed the Divergent series is to cease movie production after its box-office bomb of a third installment and transfer to the small screen – and when Netflix audiences have been impressed with the quality of the first season of Shadowhunters (TV equivalent of the failed Mortal Instruments film) – it…

Sunday Sonnet, #23, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] Top lip beaded with sweat, she sips the drink, ice-filled and chinking against glass – the last of the evening.  Or should be, she knows, past experience having taught her to think and not accept invitation to drink a little longer; stay.  Finger on glass traces condensation, time to pause (grass so…

10 Classic And Not-So-Classic Russian Books You Must Read (AmReading.com)

As any serious student of literature will tell you, unless your studies have ventured into the élite realm of Russian novelists, you cannot truly call yourself a reader.  To take on a Russian novel is not a light decision (quite literally: the classics are the weight of bricks) and no skim-reading is permitted here.  Prepare…

Sunday Sonnet (on a Monday, Alternatively Rhymed), #22, 2016

[Image by Natalie Gibbs on Pinterest] Like a finger dipped in honey, the dog worries at its paw, licking who knows what from the fields and woods.  She looks on: how odd to taste one’s skin, she thinks, to clean and wash like a cat, tongue so tentative.  But watch on she does.  Rhythm hypnotic…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #24, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Sonny Rollins’ “God Bless the Child”:] Today was hers. Coffee for one, napkin unfolded and laid upon lap, waiting for breakfast from which no mouthful would be snatched, stolen by lips of a lover from night. These mornings – always weekends – were for her alone.  So right that her…