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Showed to the

Virulent street,

An embittered jaunt

From limo

To ebony

Faceless steeple

Leaning,

Dark arts

A lesson to

Slather on hot

Plastic keys,

The ticker tape a

Reminder

Of solemn reasoning.

Midday,

No shine to embolden

A hunched suit about to

Bust,

Dried bread

In hands

Turning the small bowl of

Lunch stew,

What haunts to orchestrate into

Evening,

Tricks of the ancient

Covens,

The sad waltz of

Exiting

Players,

Trailing down to

A solitary clue to

Financial mazes

Flickering

Across the flaring

Mercurial screen,

Eye deliriums

Flashing over

The ticker tape carousel,

Each code an animal

Leaping into

Planetary confusion,

Of Santeria spun

To darkened hopes

Traipsing,

Roaring cabs testing

Strips of friction,

Roaring legs to

Throw back muddy

Shots to

In dingy blushing

Theaters way on

The other side

Of town,

Roaring cradles of

Limp eyed

Passengers

Going over the

Rutted avenues

Back where the

Fences welcome

Them into

Consecrated homes,

Ragged films to be

Stowed,

Coats to

Hang vertical,

The space

Gathered

For resting

Roundabouts,

Breathless bulls

To turn down

For another night…

Throwback Thursday

Here’s to looking back at 2011, when I wrote for a lifestyle/beauty/fashion blog called Lip Gloss Culture based out of NYC.  I had just graduated from Mills College and it was a great first gig.  My Mom Susan Karr, an accomplished writer and editor (Word Suite), showed me the magical Wayback Machine site where I could find prior articles I’d had published.  Here are some beauty posts:

The Benefits of Aromatherapy with Rosewood Oil

Best Facial Masks

Happy Thursday!

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Shoe Shopping in the Big Apple!

Hot muggy day in the Big Apple…  A total Carrie Bradshaw idea, but how about indoor shoe shopping in air conditioning?  I scoured at beautiful crystal sandals in several shops around Times Square, since my own pair of Valentino-style nude studded sandals broke!  Ugh.  My feet got so dirty walking close to 40 blocks back to the Port Authority Bus Terminal.  How I loved the scenery around me and the street runway laid out with people strutting along in their best looks!  Finally…  A city where people know the meaning of maintaining attractiveness.  The beautiful and the proud come out to play in this fun urban jungle!  Vive la mode a New York!  Where is Bill Cunningham to snap my photo? 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Blowing Heart Bubbles… Found My Sex and the City Pink DVD Book!!

I am blowing massive pink heart bubbles because my Sex and the City DVD booklet has emerged from the rubble in downtown storage.  Phew!  Big relief that it hasn’t been sucked up by the dust mites or creepy crawlies in that lonely dark unit.  I am happy to say I will no longer have to wait until Saturday to watch re-runs of Carrie Bradshaw on E!.  I am a fan not only because I hail from the New York area, but I understand the essence of what fashion means, and in some grand scheme, it is not just about putting on the pink tutu white tank combo and dancing across a billboard, but embodying true feminine style and finesse.  Maintaining womanliness is my goal.  I’ve been called a Carrie Bradshaw clone, even more so because of my blonde hair job last year, and to top it off, my crazy unforeseen dating life, with its awkward turns and loops!  Riding a sort of sexual romantic Space Mountain ride at Disney World, darkness filling my eyes as I step onto the dating ride with fears of upchucking my lunch.  Though I’m a brunette, I have managed to have come into the possession of a blonde personality like that of Ms. Bradshaw.  Endless dates, one lover who is etched in immortal failure and can’t be revived, and fashion friends to joke with over misfortune and heartache in Dating Wonderland over girly cocktails and green tea chocolate.  The taste of NYC, with its fashion, is left on my palette still after years of not living there, and I ache to find people with similar palettes in SF, though it is an impossibility.  An oasis of glamour, disappearing before my eyes as I walk the streets of downtown SF, as I trudge towards Neiman Marcus, the replete mecca of “haute couture.”  So to Carrie Bradshaw and friends, I raise my raspberry flavored Cosmo towards finding and returning to the world of designer everything!  A trip to NJ/NY, may be jn the works for this summer.  Viva la mode!! <3<3<3

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