London

London (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

Snowflakes, and charcoal sketched clouds soufflé the sky. 

 

 

 

“Darling! Please shovel the front porch,” I say to no one as my hand lazily grips
the handle, carelessly moving the shovel.

 

  • I watch the street. There are suits
    and skirts straddling terrorist chic back packs, and tiny children dressed in
    wool coats with tied hats prance behind Mums, on their Saturday shop day.

 

  • SOME musicians are playing on
    one corner on the other side of the street is the Symphony Hall, squared between a paste
    up pattern of colorful ancient theaters, opening doors to restaurant windows  lit with
    candles, perfumed air, and smoky pubs pack and push blokes and chicks.
  • I
    am in London.
  • In my home; in Santa Fe, New
    Mexico a muscle of winter has squeezed the
    noise of street life.
  • I chose between ribbons and bows sipping and sliding down Palace Avenue,
    to eat Chocolate pumpkin cream in zippered toes, on the rug, next to the
    fireplace.

    Huggin and kissin the Prancers and Dancers of my gang

    ITS HOLIDAY SEASON SO  SWING, SING, ROCK, WAVE,
    SMILE, GIVE

  • BAKE, READ, CREATE,
  • KISS CHRISTMAS.

 

OUR LIFE WAITS TILL WE CAN


WAKE UP  in the morning and be thinking of someone else.  Copy of ScannedImage-1

Photo from 1991 as I launched

the Jammers; aspiring Afro Cuban, HipHop

and Jazz Funk dance Combo. 

That was just as satisfying YES, as falling in love!  Wake up to another voice or voices that need you.

SURREALISM OR MOVEMENT


           I‘ve been stalked by a sensation and image of Loulou, scrambled up in whistles blowing, each one commanding me in a different direction. The annoyance of conflicting orders robs me of my Aladdin ( magic moments), DICE LOGO

sURREALISM 2

sURREALISM 2 (Photo credit: Nesster)

 AS I CLEAR OUT THE FEAR OF NEW FEELINGS .  I feel like time is  belted with interior stop lights, instructions, and preparation for a new passage to go through.  What happens is subtle, but when so much time is placed in introspection,  life looses it’s Aladdin. It is time to polish my gold lamp and follow an  unknown light. Do you know what I mean?