Archive for the ‘Lazuri’ Tag

Broadway Baby   Leave a comment

“People who see life as anything more than pure entertainment are missing the point.”
     — George Carlin

I’m just a
Broadway baby
Walking off my tired feet
Pounding Forty-Second Street
To be in a show

Read the rest of this entry »

Promenade of Grace

“The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.”

Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.”

Coco Chanel

Read the rest of this entry »

Yin and Yang

Sadly, the story I was going to write just isn’t working out yet, so I’ll go ahead and publish just the photos.  It’s always been my goal on this blog to publish as good a quality as I can; I don’t always see it the same way after time and exposure, but I try to achieve it. (One reason why we don’t publish that often. Sucks for our visit numbers, but it makes me feel better in terms of what I put up for those who do stop in.) I may revisit this one day, when the muse strikes me properly.

More photos on the next page.

My Own Home

I finally feel comfortable enough that I’ve gone ahead and took out a rental house, at a place called Footprints In the Sand.  Hanging out at Harper’s island is nice, and she’s told me I’m welcome to come back any time; but one longs for a place of your own, your own “plot o’ ground,” so to speak, even if you’re renting it.

More about my new house on the next page

Crossroads

They say that magic becomes real at the crossroads
The places not quite here
Yet not quite there
The balance points between “was” and “will be”
When the doors between worlds open
And possibilities are unleashed

The twilight is like a crossroads
The borderland between
The light of day and dark of night
You may slumber through the night
And drift through the day
But then the sun truly descends, and the shadows lengthen
The day’s cares are abandoned
As if they had never been

As the magic grows
You race for your home
But oh, only for a span of time
The power swirls about you
As you shed the weeds of workaday
It caresses and teases, the sweetest of lovers
As you gown yourself in glory
It sings sweetly to all your senses
While you touch paint to your lips
Shadow to your eyes
Roses and musk to your throat

And then the door is flung wide
The spell is set
And it shapes your night like a sculptor’s hand to the marble
You give yourself over to gaiety
Drown yourself in music
Reel in the dance’s intoxication
You flirt and flaunt, tease and tempt
Till you capture the one
Who has in turn captured you
And when that moment strikes
Upon the chimes of the night

Then…a new spell begins

— Harper Ganesvoort, 2017

=====

Read the rest of this entry »

Someday My Prince Will Come

someday-my-prince-will-come-1

Yeah, but I kinda need him here now; I’m late for work!

Read the rest of this entry »

Like a Thief In the Night — Part II

This is Part II of the story which was begun yesterday.  In Part I, Ellen entered into a slightly shady “gene-jig” clinic to prepare for a “job,” the details of which we don’t know of yet.

But we shall shortly….

=====

One month later —

The evening sparkled, as it always did at the Hotel Capulus, in the Resort Districts of Metroplex 84. No matter the actual weather conditions, the night sky twinkled with stars and a bright full moon, and the sun was always warm in the daytime, thanks to the hotel’s climate-controlled dome. The guests glittered as well — only the elite’s elite (there were always super- and substrata in any social class, even if the levels were as shallow and artificial as wealth and social or political standing) could get a reservation here. Daytime or nighttime, men and women came to the Capulus to relax, to meet, to transact business or attend events, and always to dance and preen in the time-honored game of “king of the social hill.”

The end of the story, and a LOT of photos, on the next page.

%d bloggers like this: