VIVA "a little las vegas story..."

She went east because the only
thing west would swallow her whole.

in search of the light.

100 on the 15 for 260

She had a glass of scotch in the middle of the day.

Because telling the truth is an exhausting process when you find something Good.

She was best at walking away. And he liked that about her.
Because he was best at leaving.

Nothing looks as good as an idea feels around your tired wrists.

She spent so much time looking over her shoulder. That she never saw it coming.

She waited patiently for those old friends Justice and Fate.

but they never came.

and she couldn't remember who or why she had left in the first place.

and she wondered seriously if vanity was a disease.

On the same road traveling west for as long as time knew

only the sun sees everything. and even she missed you.

running was the only thing her bones told her to do.

She met a man who sang the blues

she asked him for some happy news

but he just smiled and turned away.

"heart left hanging from a string like a necklace"

She danced when she felt free.

And she smiled under that stare.

time had promised to freeze but it continued with no regards to her pleas.

the little rebel yellow

said, "your future is as bright as those lights, don't you know..?"

he sat to think about it for awhile. about her.

but couldn't see past tomorrow.

or those bright lights.

it had been lifetimes since he had seen himself this light
and liked it.


And Then there was a Rap Show....

*all wonderful pictures taken by my little rebel yellow. Go to jenavievekate.blogspot.com for more of her genius. love always. Rose Blacque.

Hottest Day Ever

Dear Lord, please turn down the furnace in southern California. It is way too hot to think, move, breathe, love, and even sleep!! I would however like to thank you for the bounty from the garden. From which I will make a delicious bruschetta and then have a bottle of wine. Bon.

Spending the weekend in LA for a lovely wedding has me thinking about a million and seven things in life. For now however I am practicing Il bel far niente... in Italian... The art of doing nothing. You should try the same....

See you in Seven

I am going off the grid for the next seven days. To live for one week with the technology available in 1975 means no text, no email, no t.v, no starbucks, no music in my car, no facebook, no blog. I am unplugging completely in for a new story and in hopes of jump starting some more creativity in my life. With mercury falling out of retrograde and this new moon moving into a more favorable house for myself I think I will be entering into a new phase of progress. See you in Seven....

I can't Help it.

Jealousy, being the strange strange creature that it is, lives in the recesses of the most mundane moments. And sometimes it is harder to address why we feel the way we feel than it is to feel the feeling itself.

just passing through

she wondered where you were going. where you had been. and why it had been seven years since the last time the night slid through your fingers together. time as strange as it is, seems to be both a friend and foe to moments like this. she had written about this before. she had pinned it to the wall above her bed and painted flowers around it. your rings told stories she would never hear and thankfully the noise of the crowded bar did wonders to drown out the awkward silences and long gazes that no one else bedside you would have noticed. at any rate. here or there. now or then. it is always nice to see you and your eyes.