out and about
In between word weaving... there's been some out and about. Survival mode, if you will. Good thing for waiters in Little Italy looking to cheer me up... angels.
Month: October 2011
look, sound, and feel
Today looked at bit like this: It sounded like this: And it felt like this: secular passage he and i danced in the desert. barefoot. stomping together far before. more than lifetimes can capture; the number of times you try to keep up. she entered. consumed. she became. becoming. dropped shoulder declaration. swallowing keys. on strings. favoring false. moth to fire. buried beyond neck. and while a reach might not extend. i am holding him and...
do you really think
do you really think Do you really think You stand with your Crooked intentions your Legs wrapped around My soul. My future. Our history. Do you really think Past is past inside A fictitious, fabricated Sense of healing when All you are missing is that I am coming back. Do you really think We are exchanging Tears. With you, a coward. There is courage. While you un - prepare. Please. Go. Do you really think? I didn’t think so.
on top of the story
I don't think my writing has ever been at a better place, sincerely. Sentences string and pages are pieced every day. Funny how I'm still feeling so introspective. I think I'm working more on my novel now than I have during the duration of FollowMeToNYC. And I feel like the more I write, the less I have to say. And so on, etc. Here's my grown up shoes standing on a few rows of books over double espresso this morning on 42nd Street.
one year. still booking.
I'm going to talk about book more today, dear cult collective. As much as I am nearly blindsided by my present surroundings and scenario, my focus diligently remains in one direction: Book. I am basically in the center of many-a-Writer's wet dream at the moment. Dead smack in the middle of Manhattan. Stunning studio space with views it would take a few lifetimes to write about. Sure, my personal life is fucked... But what better time to get to...