Recipe | Bonfire night chocolate flake cupcakes — Art and Soul (Reblog)

Add some sweetness to your November 5th celebrations with these chocolate flake bonfires with orange buttercream flames If you’re not from the UK, you may not know that it’s traditional here to celebrate the night of November 5th with bonfires and fireworks. This cupcake decoration idea – using chocolate flakes to create the firewood and […]

Recipe | Bonfire night chocolate flake cupcakes — Art and Soul

PLANT-BASED MILK – WORTH THE SWITCH? — (Reblog)

Some of you might see that words “plant-based milk” and balk, and believe me, I get it! I used to be the person that said “milk from a plant? You can’t be serious?”. It just seemed weird and not right. Milk comes from cows….end of story. But, the fact is, there are many alternatives to […]

PLANT-BASED MILK – WORTH THE SWITCH? —

*The Keto diet is also the ‘in thing’ right now, but what is it? And how can you practically make the switch?

10 things you’ll only find in America -Delusional Bubble — Delusional Bubble (Reblog)

Even though these days, anything could be found anywhere, there are still some things you’ll only find in America. In this post, we’ll show you 10 special things, unique to Uncle Sam’s country!

10 things you’ll only find in America -Delusional Bubble — Delusional Bubble

*Great site. Reblogged by The Midlode Mercury.

Roy Orbison “Crying” (1962) — AMERICA ON COFFEE (Reblog)

Crying” is a song written by Roy Orbison and Joe Melson for Orbison’s third studio album of the same name. Released in 1961, it was a number… … 18 more words

Roy Orbison “Crying” (1962) — AMERICA ON COFFEE

*Great artist and song. Reblogged by The Midlode Mercury.

Poem ‘Girl with a Cello’

Girl with a Cello

In a diamond city night we’re
taxied through floodlit streets

angled snow alabasters old facades
medieval histories beyond all guessing

Flanders is frozen outside this misted glass
the two of us sitting nose to nose

our tongues loosening aperitif smiles
white burgundy cutting through brie

making heads light and cheeks flush
and toe touch toe

Our eyes meet when bare soul strokes calf
kissing slim fingers one by one

plied each day to taut cello strings
sneak previews to plots and suites of night

© copyright francis barker 2012

Poem ‘Hitch’

Hitch

A throbbing disco bass
callously pounding my chest,
turning symptoms of flu
into something feeling serious.
I’d dragged myself there
against good advice,
that trashy little down in Drab County
whose only claim to fame
was its fine timber spire,
which made historians
and architects alike, drool;
the sort of town which made
the English feel proud of their past,
even if the present bore no hope,
no prospect of colour. A future

And pride! What was I doing
knocking back gin like tomorrow
did not exist?
Barely able to stand—
but still lord of the dance!
But it was you who held the cards,
the full deck.
You knew what you wanted
and how to get it.
I was the hopeless case,
a clueless pawn in your set up
with worldly guys from the Smoke
who were waiting by the door,
(forever waiting by that door!)
deriding us country boys—

but
this
country boy
knew enough about language
of the body, its gestures.
The cold morning brought eerie clarity,
despite pain in my head
to match the dagger in the heart. Oh—
you could keep your magnanimous lift.
I was hitching back.
The full seventeen miles,
even if only the bravest of drivers
would dare stop to pick up
this jerk
in the sick stained jeans

poem and image © copyright df barker 2012