I’ve been limping over the luthier the past few days, and longing for Sperlonga.
The truth is, the love of my life and I didn’t fall out – life simply occurred. International issues with family do nothing for new found feelings. And so it ended, abruptly and instantly. Continue reading
It’s still surreal that I have had my heart destroyed to this degree, so recently. I’m glad that I have at least been able to entertain my three-week house guest.
I feel like, as a Poet, I’m allowed to be as boo-hoo as I feel like being today. I dare said that I haven’t taken a hit like this since my first husband.
And that was rough. Continue reading
la voce di crepacuore
(essere… causa) perche’
che cosa e
egli ha voluto.
e sono caduto
shock. Continue reading
Happy Sunday global love tribe
Today I would like to send a special shoutout to Shenzhen, China. While I have not (yet) had the chance to travel to China, it has always been on the list. Particularly when I lived next door in Australia. However, all of my holidays back then involved traveling to New York City (naturally).
It’s always baffling to explore who on the planet we all co-habitate somehow finds my words in web land. Particularly since I cut all of my social media out of the picture. Some days I miss Instagram – however, I find that no updates outside of here seem to suit me at the moment.
This changes every six months or so, I’ll wait and see what happens. Continue reading
Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always.
I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly.
I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Continue reading