I’ve been gushing about The Reign of Kindo quite a bit lately. For example, here,here and here. So you can imagine my glee upon discovering that they were playing a FREE SHOW at Rockwood Music Hall last night.
Tim and I scampered downtown for dinner at nine. Amazing Mexican food with salty, frozen margaritas on a warm summer night.
Afterwards we shuffled over to the venue. The boys performed on Stage 2 located in a lovely, quite intimate space where we soared to the front and bopped to an incredible one hour performance.
Thank you Reign of Kindo for an amazing set! I’m still writing poetry to your songs. Please come back to New York City again soon.
I noticed this way…
my fingers curled
when we kissed.
behind his house
in the neighborhood
where we grew up,
in front of
on the trails
he used to drive around
He kissed me
and my hand shaped
an open-palm fingertip grip.
with anxiety and
possession, both kinds.
Praise and grace.
The sun was shining
for the first time
that summer. He and I
back to back winters
for different reasons.
Hemisphere. A year
When life presents you
with over twelve months
of winter, for whatever reason,
the heat that finally penetrates
to the long-awaited
It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the States, the first long weekend of the summer.
I elected to hide in the forest over the weekend. Thus far, it’s proving to be most perfect. Everything is electric green from recent showers; I’ve been spending time with the family still speaking to me since my wedding; and I’m thoroughly enjoying a minute out of midtown.
I think we walked about five miles today. So much in fact that when we departed for our final excursion the neighbors across the street commented, “That’s your fourth walk today.”
I’ve had, and enjoyed, lots of thinking time over the weekend. Heaps of laughing time. And a bit of writing time.
July 1st will be my official move from midtown to uptown. The puppies are gearing up to arrive around July 7 – it’s all quite, very much unbelievably exciting.
I always sleep better in the house I grew up in for some reason. There are thunderstorms outside at the moment. I’m going to dream about stories with the windows open.
Dawn murmurs physical benediction –
Blinking to focus on invitation.
Like my body’s a switch flicking to on;
Cacophonous chords braid classical songs.
One gaze shaded sunlight, sky, swamp and sap.
From my head to toes. From my front to back.
Elemental beckoning. Hard and fast.
Soft. Balance. Time-keeping. Locked moment. Fact.
A permanent grip unable to snap.
Closed-pulled blinds. Light-filled room. Magnetic. Reach.
Sight of a man who is also a map –
Ocean eyes. Forest body. Warmth of beach.
Morning reminders of soul’s perfection.
Eliminate search, absorb reflection.
FollowMeToNYC expresses daily thoughts of Gretchen Cello that tend to change with the tides. Naturally these concepts do not reflect those of her employer... or anyone else you may see her walking down the sidewalk with one day.