Yesterday it was apparently 3 degrees F outside (-16C). Considering that I have been inducted into the clan of bad-ass
ice fishers since my attendance at the derby last week… I spent the afternoon once again out on the ice. Continue reading…
Archive for January, 2010
As we’ve been over, my entire family reigns from Jersey. Continue reading…
Alright blog family… it is the official final leg of this particular NYC visit. The excitement of returning to Australia is churning in my belly for many many reasons… too many to list in fact. On that note, it’s been some time since we’ve had a top 10, I reckon one’s due! Continue reading…
There’s really no escaping Twilight in the states… and believe me I try. Big snaps to the Writer who made a mint off her books, right on sister! But as far as having the new tween sensations that star in the movies shoved down my throat… I’ll pass.
Amongst these stars is the renowned Robert Pattinson whose name I was unaware of until googling ‘twilight’ when I decided to mention him today.
It’s not that I have an issue with eye-candy. I just think there are countless better looking people than the Hollywood posse consistently thrown in our faces by the media’s feeble attempt at defining beauty. People who aren’t up themselves to the degree of making a living off physical appearance, an attractive quality all in itself.
My husband looks good. Furthermore, he has a much hotter accent than Robert Pattinson. And to ice the cake… he’s not out there trying to profit from the fortunate DNA strands that weave together a beautiful man…
He’s a Scientist working double shifts and overnights at the moment to support his wife and all of her big ideas…
Point: Everyone is beautiful. What attracts many of us more than surface beauty is the kind of person someone is.
I’m sure Robert Pattinson is a swell kid, I just don’t understand why we’re supposed to send little girls to school with his face plastered across their lunchbox.
‘The best part of beauty is that which no pictures express.’ – Bacon
multitudinous enrapture
The lunar crescent of his smile invites
my exploration. Evidence of life.
It waxes and wanes with soft silver light,
Illuminates features sharp as a knife.
Complexity of blue shines from his eyes
inventing spectrum shades yet undefined,
perhaps once captured by a midnight sky.
My gaze addicted to colour refined.
He speaks to me in truth and endearment,
With cello string words, an orchestral tone.
Sound so sweet, I get lost in the content.
His natural scent, addictive cologne.
He knows not of this physical appeal,
real beauty projects from something surreal.
ps. you have no idea how much this post will embarrass my husband if he happens to read it…
I wonder if establishing yourself as a Writer means having to be dedicated to one genre. I think in
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY! Although the festivities have concluded on official Oz time, we’re just setting off in my current hemisphere of residence. Aussie Aussie Aussie!!! Continue reading…
I didn’t sleep last night. Around 3.30 this morning I mentioned my sleeplessness on Twitter and two Poets in two different countries sent a ‘hello…’ And it made me feel so much better than I was… Continue reading…
Today was a busy day! My family days are numbered… in less than two weeks it is back to my oversized island somewhere in a far away world…
This morning I went ice fishing, thank goodness no one caught anything! Continue reading…
Many have probably vibed by now that I dislike government. Continue reading…
Last night I had to get out of the house. The more I think about how long I’ve been locked away with nothing but time
and words… the more I’m amazed that I haven’t gone insane… and I still haven’t completely abandoned that theory. Continue reading…
