Bird Feeder?

This is the latest in squirrel proof bird feeders. I've just sent this photo to the suppliers!

Problem solved

Sorry for the delay - the Blogger problem is now solved. New updates to Elemental Legacy on my artysue blog, follow link above.

New Shows Opening at Swoon

Swoon is pleased to present three new solo shows:

Elemental Legacy - Wearable Art in Fine Silver by S.B. Borgersen

Maritime Flavour - Paintings by Dorothy Mosher

Murmurs Of Granite - Sculptures by Rosemary Metz

Join us for the Opening Reception - Sat. June 4th, 2pm-5pm
Show continues until July 3rd.

If you are unable to attend all the work will be on the website once the shows open!

Facebook Invite:

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/event.php?eid=216651795020124

See you swoon!

Swoon - Fine Art, Antiques & Fashion
902-444-8279
www.swoonfineart.com

Words Undone #11

Words Undone # 11 - catch my latest short ficition

The Verdict

The Verdict.

He charmed, you loved him. He punched, you crawled. He thumped, you cringed. He spent, you scrimped. He guffawed, you smiled within, keeping notes; a daily journal, with photos, secreted beneath the boards.

You cried, he lashed. You shared, we schemed. You smiled within, as over the edge we pushed. He lay, mouth agape with sorry, secreted beneath the boards.

The jury is still out.

© SB 2011

Summer Shorts by S.B. Borgersen

Summer shorts - flash fiction and poetry by SB Borgersen https://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/summer-shorts/15672727

The Colour of Music

The Colour of Music

by

S.B. Borgersen

Whitey plays his steel drums on the pink sands of Elbow Beach. He cannot see the teeming mass of sunbathing bodies, but he knows they are getting his vibrations. Occasionally he catches a burst of applause and a request for The Banana Boat Song, which he ignores

His friends think he’s crazy, beating away in the blasting heat, “Why you do it?” they ask. 

Whitey shrugs, “s’good man,” his generous mouth opens in a white smile.

They wouldn’t understand if Whitey told them it’s better than ganja; seeing the colours of the music. If he told them he sees turquoise and amethyst as he plays One Love, and golden shades of autumn when he plays Buffalo Soldier. Not red but a gleaming silver when he plays Red, Red Wine and glorious purple when he plays Pass The Kouchie. Licking Stick smothers everything in emerald green and No Woman No Cry, is the yellow of tansy.

At the end of the day with his head full of colour, Whitey kicks back on his porch with a bottle or two of Red Stripe, and then and only then, does he hear the music he has played all day.

© SB Borgersen April 2011