Pacing Musings: New York

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Some Recent Verses

Last night, after too long of an absence, I returned to an Inspired Word open mic. My contribution to a great evening of talent was a pair of poems, the second of which was "Anticipation." This piece, making its performance debut that evening, is one of my most recent compositions.

Enjoy.

Anticipation

A glass filling gradually

Is how I demonstrate discretion

Before gulping,

Giddy for some tickling sensation.

But, no need to worry,

I’m alright,

Let’s have another. Slower. More preamble.

Swing that shaker one more time.

Again.

I’m patient,

I have nowhere else to be tonight,

Just here, with you, so pour another.

And another.

Steady hand, careful now,

I glimpse stray drops,

Overflowing, trickling down your bare arm–

Tempt not, waste not,

My fingers gently brush your skin,

A tease for

That perfect moment (perfect excuses).

Another round,

My lips denied their true desire:

Are we on to the good stuff yet?


Photo by Creighton Blinn

Saturday, October 29, 2011

The View from Saturday's Vantage

photo by creighton blinn,
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I woke up this morning to the sight of snow drifting past my window, which was not entirely surprising. After all, the forecast had predicted a combination of snow and rain for today. What was not expected was how much it was sticking to the rooftops stretching out before me. Later when I ventured downstairs for my daily paper, I would note that the snow did not survive along the well trod streets and sidewalks of Bay Ridge. Regardless, watching the gently falling flakes set against a grey sky was quite lovely, especially as I could enjoy the moment from the comfort of my bed. Eventually, though, I roused myself so that I might snap a few shots of the vista from my apartment.

Enjoy

Still, I am glad that I was invited to a Halloween party last night, instead of tonight . . .

Cheers

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Twenties, on an Island

Sorry that I have been a bit silent of late, but the lazy days of summer have not been so laid back for me, which is not entirely a bad thing. For example, back in June, my nestmate and I were out on Governor's Island for their Jazz Age Lawn Party, where you camp out on the grass, savoring the period flavors of old cars, clothes and tasty St. Germain cocktails. Live music comes courtesy of Michael Arnella & His Dreamland Orchestra. There's also a dance floor, for those who are so inclined. Oh, and for the foodies(you know who you are ;)), a pie baking contest with free samples . . . All in all a good time. Each one of these events I have attended has been more populated than the previous with the most recent outing seeming especially so. (I could credit that Woody Allen film, however, it's more likely the word getting around). Governor's Island hosts two Lawn Parties each summer, and we were planning to venture out for the second installment this weekend, only the weather has not been promising so far. Tomorrow may be another day, but for now, here are three black and white images, bracketed with two shots of color, from earlier this summer:

Best wishes for your weekend. Cheers.