conditions of donation …

Posted by followme on September 02, 2010
poetry / 4 Comments

conditions of donation

how hard. can you…
take this. wait.
weight of what’s remembered.
sitting on my shoulders.
upside down view.
twisting. stiff. head turns.
i gave away my dice.
hanging up my gloves.
imagining sound to your impact.
how. might. understanding.
taste.
did i ever tell you…
he sounds like a symphony of sunrise.
we drank truth.
water in the desert.
my empty stomach.
rejected.
sometimes. a triangle in a square.
fit.
shoved into another.
unfamiliar shape.
searching without seek.
feeling without touch.
we reached what happens next.
i can’t… look…
around. circling sameness.
i know. what we built…
battle axe hack.
i find myself. wishing.
an aim of… possibly.
slice what’s left.
sacrificed. half.
tell me how you want it.
red bow.
box.

written to: pursuit of happiness

SSF published a piece of mine: THREE LINES

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video blog 14… CONEY ISLAND!

Posted by followme on September 01, 2010
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this one might be my favorite yet… Continue reading…

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pieces of book… books of pieces…

Posted by followme on August 31, 2010
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I’ve been trying to focus on my next book. Some days I think it will be short stories, sometimes I envision a novel, and then something knocks me about and I end up writing poetry for weeks at a time.

Here’s a segment of one of my many book-like pieces I’m presently playing with. Continue reading…

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money… library… sigorney weaver…

Posted by followme on August 30, 2010
life ranting / 2 Comments

Happy Monday Cult Members

I went on my third interview (yes, third) with a joint in midtown that might give me a job… because my other jobs are making me wait too long… and broke-dom is setting in. I don’t think this job is going to pay me any money, but they’ll let me write a bit, and all 3 000 people I’ve interviewed with so far are cool.

And I’m all about cool people…

Right now I am writing you all from the New York Public Library on 5th Avenue. Writers and libraries go together like macaroni and cheese. There will be photos…

Speaking of photos. That’s Sigorney Weaver to your right. Continue reading…

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australia…

Posted by followme on August 29, 2010
gretchen, life ranting / 2 Comments

As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no place else has New Yorkers…

Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’

My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. ‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…

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one fish, two fish, red fish… Bananafish!!

Posted by followme on August 28, 2010
culture, gretchen, poetry / 4 Comments

Dear Blog Family

Hardcore cult supporters and a handful of new recruits are already familiar with Bananafish Magazine. You know they publish fiction and memoir of Writers I immediately end up crushing on… you know they were the very first place where the Editor sent amazing feedback along with my initial rejection… and you are likely aware that they were the first place to publish me… after breaking my thirty-one year phobia of submitting words for anyone to consider.

When the opportunity to hook up with the good people of Bananafish in the form of Poetry Editor presented itself, I choked on my coffee before thanking it for not flying out of my nose and leaving an unsightly mess across the keyboard of my white MacBook.

Seriously. Continue reading…

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city… country… switch… release…

Posted by followme on August 27, 2010
life ranting / No Comments

The novelty of being able to escape to my parents’ crib in the forest to rework my words and adjust how my head is screwed on, any time at my leisure, makes me very happy.

I spent seven years with a 10 000 mile gap. Ninety minutes travel these days ain’t nothin.

I met someone from Turkey yesterday and we discussed what it’s like when you leave your entire family for a whole new country on your own. It’s one of those topics where, when you find someone else that’s done it, you immediately begin gesticulating wildly with wider eyes. Continue reading…

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articles… editing… cards… poems… sunrise

Posted by followme on August 26, 2010
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I like being busy, particularly when it comes to my Writing. I think one of the reasons I took to writing as kid was the convenience of being able to work on something from anywhere you are. Notebooks and pens are easy to carry around…

I’ve been writing an article about the spoken word event I attended last week for a site called UrbanBallers . And I’ve started writing poetry (yet again) because I need to put together a portfolio for when I apply to Columbia.

I’m struggling with whether to apply in the stream of ‘poetry’ or ‘fiction’ because, as I verified at my appointment with the school on Tuesday – you have to choose one or the other. God forbid you uniquely fall outside of this category.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my poetry… but no more or less than any other creative style. Continue reading…

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video blog 13… (escalade transformer inclusive)

Posted by followme on August 25, 2010
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I’m pretty sure I meant to say ‘a guy with no shirt on’ opposed to ‘a guy with no shirt off’ … I imagine it was the shock of the chicks pole dancing inside the car that had me fumbling my words once again… or something to that extent… Continue reading…

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a story i’m playing with…

Posted by followme on August 24, 2010
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I believe the next collection I put out will be short stories (don’t quote me on that though…) Here’s one I’ve been playing with today… no title yet. I’m so crap at titles.

untitled (aka work in progress)

I notice that I have blue hands the first day that I meet Xavier. Continue reading…

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