live living room on moving

September 30, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_2804I’ve got to come clean. Part of the reason I’ve been a tad silent and withdrawn for two-weekish is the impact of finding out that the dude of the week that I dated for five minutes was actually the dude cheating on his girlfriend of the week.

So incredibly lame.

I had a conversation with my mate yesterday about dating in New York City and we both concured that there’s no such thing. There is such thing as going on a date, but “dating”, or any implication of potential meaning… you have to move somewhere else.

Seeing as I’m not trying to move anywhere else than New York City as of late, I’m just going to have to accept that if I do choose to go on an excursion with a stranger, here and there. That’s what it will be left as. I personally think writing love poetry and being wild about each other is way more fun… we’ll see.IMG_2798

After my ex husband stepped on my face I made a pact to never let dudes bother me too much. Or anything else, for that matter.

Yesterday while I was at work my phone lit up with my friend Ruud sending me a message from the Netherlands asking if I’d like to host his band Cloudmachine in a concert, in my living room.

Ummm… YES!

It’s been nearly four years since I first discovered and wrote poetry to Cloudmachine. Rudd and I haven’t met in person yet, but I posted a copy of my first poetry book to him while I was living in Australia. I can’t really think of a better way to greet him when he is in New York City than hosting a concert in my living room.

More to come! EXCITING!!

 

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greeting goodbye for a fake hello

September 25, 2014 Posted by gretchen

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

Reaching the point where I am. Out. I’m out.
Unlike your ex, I won’t call for your couch.
I am not a species designed to shout.
36 years and I’ve never once slouched.
Don’t think I’m sad. Or even. Hurt. Walking
In shadows; all that I had. Do you think
If I felt, I would continue talking
? Don’t have to close two eyes. Only one. Wink.
Your memory failed us. Waving white flag.
You induce numb while I ignite this. Life
Blowing rings. Tipping crystal. Standard swag.
This knowledge-less land knows nothing of strife.
Next time you treat someone like you did me,
I hope you embrace what starting can be.

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layin low

September 22, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

I’ve been layin low for the past week-ish. Aside from banging out novel and writing a shit ton of poetry, not too many has flipped otherwise.

Of course, when I lay low, plans and schemes take shape. So I guess it’s fair to say I’ve also been plotting and scheming. While I am a huge fan of how life is bobbing along right now, I always have at least three feasible back up plans at my fingertips.

You never know.

I’ve also been listening to this on repeat:

“Got a stack of rap snacks up in back of my chair, catalogue all my thoughts if you’re caring to hear.” “… don’t wanna be no rockstar, i’m too OG. Way deep in the beats, motivating the streets.” DOPENESS.

Anyways, I’m so bloody uptight all of the time. I considered this over the weekend. Not in my spare time, just when I hit the streets. I don’t mean to be, and I don’t think it’s a stress factor. My mate reckons it’s because I’m a Virgo.

Maybe it’s because I’m around uptight people. Considering my entire life essentially takes place in midtown Manhattan these days, it’s not like I’m rolling with the most relaxed group of individuals. I mean, they’re beautiful and interesting – relaxed? Not so much.

Having spent my 20’s and early 30’s becoming a citizen of Australia, I have a true appreciation for a more laid back life perspective. I believe this is probably possible in other parts of the States, but I belong in New York City. As long as I’m in this country anyways.

I have this thing about that…

I’m going to endeavor to be a bit more relaxed. Maybe I’ll wear four inch heels today instead of six. The track helps, I’m sure I’ll listen to it all day. Lightens my step.

Happy Monday cult collective.

 

 

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breakfast

September 21, 2014 Posted by gretchen

breakfast

he tastes like vodka and cigarettes and
morning. with the softest secrets between
our balanced exchange of ask and command,
today begins – setting another scene.
i watched him sleep and listened to him breathe,
flickering eyes, speaking whispers in dreams.
the moment you find your way to believe.
hold faith in your heart and know what it means.
there were rain clouds where the sun should have been,
a cobalt grey sky and cool autumn wind.
answers appear in shape and style of him.
resetting history. spin and rescind.
he turned. i rose. exhale each other. hush…
when feeling consumes. beyond realms of much.

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taste of fall

September 19, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Taste of Fall

September tastes like apple cider in New York City. I walked through Central Park in 5am darkness that pricked with the first bite of winter’s warning. Not as hard as what was said last night.

No one goes to the park this early. There’s me, a clan of serial joggers, a few cyclists and a couple of homeless people. I’m here because I have dogs. I have dogs because they get me out of the house. And it’s important for me to get out of the house, because I have habits.

I have habits for a couple of reasons. (more…)

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