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Ya Gotta' Have Heart!

WITH LOVE FROM NICOLE

THINK DELECTABLE AND LOVE THE DAY!

Copyright © 2011 Nicole Rigets

This Year I’m Blasting Off in New Directions!

1. I’m the current in the wire.
2. I’m firing up my spirit.
3. I’m turning action into a living philosophy.
   
4. I’m working up a new balancing act.
   
5. I’m liberating my time.
6. I’m vanquishing my fears.
7. I’m counting on the unpredictable.
8. I’m moving to a Midas touch.
9. I’m cherishing what I have.
10. I’m breathing in love.

Thank you all for following my Blog throughout 2010… 2011 is going to be GRRREAT!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

December 21st... Robson Street, Vancouver B.C.

A heartfelt Thank-You to all my viewers for visiting this Blog throughout 2010… you have given me great joy and I wish you Peace and Happiness throughout the Holiday Season. xo

I recently published a Fashion Blog to inform and create inspiration in my readers… see you at:  http://www.nicolerigetsonvogue.wordpress.com

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1. Hanging laundry outdoors to dry.
2. Browning leaves collecting in the corners of stairways.
3. Small birds exploding from the treetops when the train comes down the tracks.
4. Home-made butter.
5. Dreams that support the life you want to live.
6. A visit to a friend’s studio.
7. Found money:  the penny you pick up for luck.
8. Paying bills early.
9. Finding a parking space downtown.
10. Postcards from New York.
11. Little dogs with big shadows.
12. A train whistle far in the distance.
13. Yellow roses with their petals curling back.
14. A simple old-fashioned rose reminding me of an old lady’s red velvet opera coat.
15. A black and yellow Bumble Bee peering into a flower.
16. Old stepladders; better yet when splotched with paint stains.
17. Ikebana; Japanese flower arranging.
18. Scaling paint on walls or furniture.
19. Dog portraits.
20. Dorothy Draper interiors.
21. Wisps of smoke lingering in the outdoor air.
22. The new “Sea to Sky” Highway on the way to Whistler, B.C.
23. A ‘hurricane’ of crows.
24. The transition between Summer and Fall.
25. Discovering precious pieces of etched glass while beach-combing.

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Limes & Gladiolas

Sitting by the Limes

Hockey on T.V.

Left Side (L.S.)

Dark-haired Man

in black turtleneck

Far Right (F.R.)

All shapes & colors

of glass bottles

in between L.S. & F.R.

“Domes of Glasses”

Man with dark

hair, white golf

shirt & trendy

eyeglasses at

opposite end of bar

(O.E.O.B.)

and out past O.E.O.B.

a heritage brick

BLDG 6 storeys

high with 3 trees – light green dark green yellow-green mix

Woman with

long hair

Heads thrown

back, mouths

open wide:

showing strong

white teeth

Laughter, loud,

overdone, new

relationship

excites.

Hands waving

up, back & forth

up & down very

fast, now steadied

by a glass of wine.

He manfully

eats & chews

his meal as if

he has taken

big bites of her

and is digesting

this encounter.

His hard &

punishing body

language softens

with his “kitten”

next to him &

he begins to

settle into an

interview by

learned response.

The line is the

same well

rehearsed,

mandatory prelude

to a loving interlude

Her finger waves

& points, he leans

forward, appearing

interested.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

"Urban Development"

Captured by Cricket, Shafik navigates his way through the concrete jungle narrowly ecaping greedy sellers, leaky buildings, and a psychotic gekko.

Moving cautiously among the listing agents he and Cricket inspect the showrooms disguised as living quarters throughout the urban core; dodging, drooling, and dominating the scene.

They stop for water at a Starbucks.  Cricket calms Shafik while eating the ‘good’ doughnut.

The search resumes.

See U Saturday @ 11 AM at the Breadgarden,

Love,

Cricket

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

"Paper White"

I’m paper, I’m wood,

Others say I’m not good.

I bleed & I boil

In Millenium toil.

Sambuca’s my nitro,

I don’t have a right to,

Fame, Fortune, Gain or Reward.

My mind’s going crazy,

My future is hazy,

My Love’s pierced my heart with his sword.

50 years of days being a good little girl,

Have led me to places where others are cruel,

Welfare to West Van, I saw the way,

To escape all oppression, and brighten each day,

It worked for awhile,

then life wore me down,

and the man that I love

changed his smile

to a frown.

I’ve let my hair down,

I want to be me,

excited and wanton

and explicitly free,

Mysterious nights, Sirocco days,

Love in my heart,

my thighs, and my ways.

I’m going to control me,

I’m going to be thin,

let others in

To my world carved from life.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

3:55 p.m.

I followed the path through the backyard to the solarium, and before unlocking the door I spotted a white mug with a spoon in it sitting beside a crumpled paper towel.  I now knew that Max had been home and found this to be a welcoming sight.  Good, I thought, he made himself some coffee and it looked as though he finally found a little time to sit down and relax in the “glass garden.”

I picked up the mug and the first thing I noticed was how DARK the remainder of the coffee was and how straight the spoon was standing.  Hmmm… I guess he wanted a strong cup of coffee.  By the look of the dark oily substance inside the mug this was as close to liquid coffee bean as I had seen.

Having set the mug down on the kitchen counter, I opened the top of the coffee maker to throw away the Melitta filter.  One, to one and a half inches, of ground coffee poured into the bottom of the cone filter and combined with 4 cups of water is the capacity of our coffee maker.  Upon swinging open the top I was greeted by a filter filled almost to the brim with ground coffee at least six inches deep – enough for about eighteen cups of coffee.  No wonder there was still some inside his cup.  He has always told me I make the best coffee!  Should I or shouldn’t I tell him my little secret:  it doesn’t take a cup of coffee to make a “cup of coffee.”

"More than a cup... "

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

PASSING A DARK

CHOCOLATE DIPPED

GINGER SPEAR PAST

MY LIPS, I INHALE

THE MYSTERIOUS

PERFUME OF CIGAR

SMOKE.  IT GIVES A

RICH & EXOTIC FLAVOUR

TO THE SUGARY

CHOCOLATE PASSING

BETWEEN MY LIPS

AND TEETH.

UP ANOTHER GROOVY

BLOCK, A NON-

INDIVIDUAL CON-

CENTRATES HARD

OVER A SMALL CRUMB

OF COCAINE.  ROCK,

SO MINISCULE, KNIFE

OVERPOWERS, BEADS

OF SWEAT FROZEN

ABOVE BROW, NOW!

TOO HARD AND IT WILL

SKID INTO FINITE

SPACE, REALITY

STOPPED TOO SMALL

TO MAKE A DIFFER-

ENCE, TOO INSIGNIFICANT

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UP ANOTHER CHAOTIC

BLOCK, NOISE FUELS

THE SPACE, FILLS THE

HEAD.  T.V. SATELLITE,

BOOMING JUNKERS,

VOICES, LOUD.  ALL

TONES, ALL PITCHES,

LANGUAGES, MENTALITIES

EMOTIONS, DRAMA,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

I’M IN A MOVIE,

SILENT CAMERAS.

FILMING NEVER

CEASES, FILLS EACH

NERVE, EVERY BRAIN

CELL, COMPLETING

SENSES.

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SHOUTING, THE

GLOBE REVEALS

ITSELF ON 5 SCREENS

PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY

INCESSANTLY,

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SEARCH FOR SIGNIFICANCE.

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PIERCING SHRIEKS,

PIERCING EARS,

PIERCING NOSES, NOISES

AND ALL OTHER

BODY PARTS.  TATTOO

YOU.

SHARP PENETRATION

OF MEN’S COLOGNE

ADAMANTLY AND

REPEATEDLY,

VOCALLY

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SUDDENLY,

HE CAME!

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FUSING BEAUTY

& HEAVY METAL

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MESHING

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets