Book Nook: The Diva

The last book I read all the way through was over the Thanksgiving holiday. Ironically it was based around the holiday and actually took place over the day before, the day of, and the days after Thanksgiving. It was rather poetic.

Book: The Diva Runs Out of Thyme
Author: Krista Davis


The premise: what happens when your husband leaves you for a network diva, who then come to Thanksgiving dinner.

This novel includes recipes for all the delicious food in the novel, plus a few craft tips for decorating your home for autumn.


Sorry I don't have much tonight, it's been a long week - started a new job last week and the hours are a bit crazy.

Come back next week.

WIP: So glad it's not OMD!!

Right, well, I panicked a bit today. I seriously thought it was Obscure Movie Day. In which case I was going to do "The Rocketeer"....until I realized I did it last month. Then I panicked again, thinking I'd have to find another obscure movie to talk about and panicked on what to do....until I realize that it was Work In Progress day.

Whew!

I have so many things I've been working on. Firstly - Poetry class. There are a few new ones that I'm going to share. And then there's Inktober - which I am in progress of finishing.

Without further ado, enjoy the poetry and the art. Also feel free to leave a comment with what you're working on in the comments below.

And a little poetry for the ending segment.

When Life Was Good

Tell me a story of when life was good,

Something I don’t know.

Back when the evenings were full

of laughter, Of smiles.

A time when love never thought of dying.

Of saying hurtful untruths.

“She said I was pretty.”

Words to demean.

“You’re too stupid to know.”

Words.

Life used to be filled with kind words.

(“I appreciate all you do.”)

A morning of frenzied eating, lunch packing,

running for the door. The bus.

Home once more to loving hands

To a full house of those who protect.

Tell me a story once shared,

When life was good.

Autumn

Nighttime comes, I dream

the world is how I imagined!

Bright-lit streets, small, comfortable

house. Easy, soft, living.

Books fill the air,

the scent of parchment and ink prolific.

Mixed fragrances of honey, pumpkin,

cinnamon; spices.

Old burned furniture.

Scarred wooden panels.

Blaze of light, cackling away.

Chocolate: hot, steamy, white clouds

floating on the surface of foam.

Complete. Relaxed.

Home.

Mansion Fire

Lime Green, vibrant

Haunted high,

Less than a thousand

within

Ghostly wails

Tortured spirits

Tightening shadows

Slither along the walls

scamper across the ceiling

Footsteps

Lingering echoes

Fading voices of the lost

Spinning Darkness

Sending lovers spinning

Grim and Grinning

Ghosts

~

Older Than Time

A tune, a melody

older than the time

around it.

Long, golden, bright

shimmers like silk,

it’s melody spinning

its web.

Spinning, high on

toes, we weave through

spheres of harmony.

At one with the cosmos.

Melodies play

around the room, deep

tones that resonate.

Night

Turns the sky to ink.

Pinpoints

litter the ink with

gems of the universe.

A tune, a melody

Older than the time

around it.

Buried

My garden is full of life:

bugs, butterflies, caterpillars,

the many flowers that have been bred.

Tulips, pansies, geraniums,

a Sierra Sunset.

They sleep, better than me, in

their soft, earthy beds.

The smells of dirt, the

packed in families huddled

en masse together.

Lilies, hyacinth, rose

buds, poppies.

They strive against the

wind, withstand the

storms that billow and beat.

They outlast the frigid

snow – blanketed beneath

in their earthy beds.

Buried like all thoughts

of those times long in the

past.

Buried.

Return

Why did you come back,

If only to cause misery?

We were all happy, too happy,

it seems, to realize what was to come.

Why did you come here

to ruin the peace we had?

The flow of our lives were

Solid, sure and un-manipulated.

Why did you not grasp the

way we tried to help?

Our lives stopped to help,

we put our worlds on hold to aid.

You only wanted sympathy,

and slaves, dominion overall.

Why did you let yourself,

become the thing you divorced?

While trying to overcome the past,

you buried us in the same pain.

Why can’t you see how much

you've changed everything?

The sound of life is what you took. I

Lost my voice, my music within.

No more lights after

eight, no more car.

No more music, though

it's therapeutic, it bothers you.

No more fun inside this

house – not with you inside.

You’re trying now to make

amends – I can’t help but laugh.

You’ve burned this bridge,

you've broken, shattered the plate.

Your life isn’t my mistake,

your choices are not mine.

The only thing from you

I’ll take, is what not to do

with mine.

What are you working on this week? This month? (I can't wait till NaNoWriMo!)

King Lear - Halloween - Good Gravey

You read that right.

In two weeks time I will be opting out of a mid-term (which was today) and teaching an hour-fifteen minutes lesson on King Lear.

I've been listening to it in the car while driving to and from school the last two weeks. I must say it's not my favorite play of Shakespeare's, but way better than taking a test.


Next up - Halloween.

So many things to do!

Firstly - bonfire! I'm so excited to be able to roast some s'mores, enjoy the cool air, and generally have fun with the crisp weather.

Also there's other parties to go to - haunted houses to avoid - haunted woods to avoid. (I seriously don't do the whole haunted/scary aspect of Halloween.)

I much prefer the regular Halloween ideals - the fun side.


Well - there's that.

Short. Sweet. To the point.

Have a good night.


What are some of your Halloween traditions?

WIP: Poetry in the Raw

Welcome back to another week!

I was somewhat confused (and honestly, please) that the first post of this month has a bunch of read through's. I'm uncertain if it was due to content or something I may have mentioned (I'm betting on the latter). Whichever the case - hello Readers!


Today is Work In Progress day!

As you can tell I'm a bit behind in most of my personal projects. Being back in school means I have about twenty new ideas for stories and other such schemes, but little time to devote to them. (I am an avid believer in sleep. And being a night-owl. And the prospect of being a highly-functioning-slacker.)

Regardless, I've been doing some other work for class that I thought I'd share with you this week.

As mentioned before I am in a Poetry class - creative writing: poetry. It's a workshop course where every few weeks we each write 2 poems and submit them for peer review and feedback on how to make them better. At the end of the semester everything will be submitted as the final portfolio.


Please feel free to post any critiques/comments/issues about these poems. I appreciate feedback of any kind.

When Life Was Good

Tell me something I don't know

A story of when life was good.

Back when the evenings were full

of laughter. Of smiles.

A time when love never thought of dying.

Of saying hurtful untruths.

Words to demean.

Words.

Life use to be filled with kind words.

A morning of frenzied eating, lunch packing,

running for the door. The bus.

Home once more to loving hands

To a full house of those who protect

Tell me a story once shared,

When life was good.

Autumn

Nighttime comes, I dream

the world is how I imagined.

Bright-lit streets, small, comfortable

house. Easy, soft, living.

Books fill the air,

the scent of parchment and ink prolific.

Mixed fragrances of honey, pumpkin,

cinnamon; spice.

Old burned furniture.

Scarred wooden panels.

Blaze of light, cackling away.

Chocolate: hot, steamy, white clouds

floating on the surface of foam.

Complete. Relaxed.

Home.

Mansion Fire

Haunted high

Ghostly wails

Tightening shadows

Footsteps

Lingering echoes

Spinning Darkness

Grim and Grinning

Ghosts

~

Older Than Time

A tune, a melody

older than the time

around it.

Long, golden, bright

shimmers like silk.

Spinning, high on

toes.

Melodies play

around the room, deep

tones that resonate.

Night darkens,

turning the sky to ink.

Pinpoints come,

littering the ink with

gems of the universe.

A tune, a melody

older than the time

around it.

Let me know what you think. Also - anything you're working on that you want to share? Leave a comment below.

Fall - Thursday is soon enough

I'm celebrating Fall early this year.

By two days, and I don't mind at all.

Fall celebrations will soon be in full swing: Farmer's Markets, Faires, Oktoberfest, Dia de los Muertos, Balloon Festivals, you name it Fall's got it.


There are so many fun Fall activities, recipes, and walks to be done and be had.

While I would love to claim any of these ideas, recipes, etc. for my own - I will not. It's not fair to the experts and wonderful persons who took the time to make all of this happen. Be not worried, I will include original links and give credit where it is due.

MAKE YOUR HOUSE SMELL LIKE FALL

This are great for any fix. Now, I know you can go out and buy a cinnamon broom (which is a lot easier, so maybe I shouldn't day that . . . .

BUT This is a much better idea. From: Lulu & Georgia

What you'll need:
     Cinnamon Sticks
     Orange Rind
     2 Tablespoons Whole Cloves
     3-5 Bay Leaves
Fill a pot with water, add all of the above and let it simmer!


Now, this will give the illusion that you are either working on a wonderful meal, or just plain Crafty.


With Fall comes a rather wonderful time in the year when Caramel Apple's are part of the main food group (this inculdes but is not limited to Apple Cider, Apple Pie, Pumpkin pie, candy corn, cinnamon on anything, s'mores, chocolate, hot chocolate....and so forth).

A Caramel Apple Bar is a wonderful way to spread yourself a spread. (Go with me here.) Apples on a stick, cover in caramel, and dip in your favorite topping.

You can also do this with whole apples. It will be the hit of your next Fall party!


There are dozens (if not hundreds) of other things you can do to celebrate fall - which I will get into next week!


What are some ways you spice up your home for Fall? Any Must-Have food for your Fall parties?

Leave a comment and share your favorite ways to spice things up.