Category: ‘new york city’

post 1,001. everything changed.

March 28, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_1247In the four and a half years that I have been chairing our interweb corner of cultville wordness – I never knew a happiness like what I’ve been hiding in for the past months.

I’m never going to make the mistake of mentioning my partner too much, besides in the inky books I’ve been filling with love poetry.

Some things are secret. Plus considering how I lost siblings over the last time I mentioned anyone I was involved with, I am not saying a word.

That aside, my shift from Hell’s Kitchen to the Upper Whack Side was nearly seamless. Apparently the walls in a brownstone aren’t quite to the same caliber as the luxury high-rises of my midtown past. Put shortly, playing Black Sabbath at IMG_10427am on a Sunday does not make friends in residences like this.

I’ve been fishing through poetry books and thinking about stories. Last night I put on bright purple MAC lipstick with six inch heels and went to an awards night at Cipriani on Wall Street.

The endless winter has broken all sorts of freezingness records, even though it’s technically spring. Today it was mild in the park and I walked past a patch of daffodils. My apartment is actually full of fresh spring flowers, along with Vivaldi, organic produce and a closet stuffed fat with new cotton dresses for spinning around town.

New York City. I love her so.


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crawling from a corner

March 9, 2014 Posted by gretchen

I’ve been hiding blog family…IMG_1070

On a scale of many-ness over the past week and change, there’s been a lot.

After a week of working 18 hour days in Bermuda (which, consequently, sent me back to New York City a bit sniffly and slightly knocked about), I moved. Again.

And you know, as much as it makes me feel slightly too grown up to actually say out loud… I might even be here more than a year.

A companion of mine and I have been having the most wonderful discussions about the absence of time and merit of space. I’ve been thinking a lot about my Writing, all of the words I keep floating about.

I’ve also been thinking of businesses and traveling and purpose and, occasionally, opera.

When I think back to beginning this blah-g journey as a broken-hearted Australian housewife, I feel somewhat melancholy. I was super angry for a few minutes, then I lost my mind (again), now I feel like myself.

IMG_1078I’m not sure if that’s really happened once since I started twirling frantically in this cozy corner of Interweb.

My lack of attachment to physical illusions is something I take pride in. That said, had someone tried to let me know back in 2009 that not only would I get to New York City – I would plant myself in a one-bedroom, Upper West Side, brownstone – half a block from Central Park, with a private deck the size of my last apartment; I don’t reckon I’d quite get the joke.

My walk to work has shifted from a Times Square shoulder check fest to a leisurely stroll through the southern tip of the park.

Some phases seem to earn their own silent serenity. I’ve certainly never experienced one quite like the period I’m in.

I’ll probably write some poetry soon.

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midnight on my best valentine(‘s)

February 15, 2014 Posted by gretchen

We’re moving blog tribe. Upper West Side. Bet.

When life changes rapidly, I’ve remembered the most wonderful way of recollecting. I’m not even sure if that maks sense. But you know us Artists. These flightly dream-thoughts, and such…

Never the less.

I helped manifest a living space with a legitimate bedroom and a patio that equivocates to the average square footage of the two midtown studios I have dwelled in over the past 36 months.

And I’m writing poetry

spiegel im spiegel

i stretched again when he touched my shaking
at midnight on valentine’s day. we kissed
in new york city and he said that my …
we … there was this: recognized. of flavor.
to realize you are only you in
what was never captured or seen or missed.
redefine yes and assassinate; “Bye.”
cracked bones. repairing. from once. devoured.
identifying my only making.
photos of prior blissfully dismissed.
replacing. dead. life. with each breathless sigh.
sky scraping spine. another world tower.
we sang youth dreams and sipped evening tea. you
identify me. and we define we.

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that book proposal. a thousand posts.

February 11, 2014 Posted by gretchen

There are a thousand posts drifting amongst the waves of FollowMeToNYC… that’s minus the one hundred and IMG_0797thirty some odd I stripped because, yeah.

I suppose with all of that bloody content, I must complete my book proposal!

There are a few reasons why I haven’t finished it yet. Mainly, there was no happy ending. And I needed one. See, I believe in happy endings – a lot. I guess that’s why the two disasters I married were so tedious to manage. There was never going to be a happy ending, I never sincerely believed it for a minute with either of them.

Never the less. My un-crankiness has reached new heights and I am expanding my consciousness. It’s about time I’d say.

I was bugging for a minute.

IMG_0738Winter in New York City is driving most people mad as every day essentially delivers another Polar Vortex. Fronkles is still itchy and Blue Pearl still thinks I’m giving them another $600 for doing absolutely not one damn thing.

I’m trying to focus on relaxing. A mate of mine recently commented on my habit to stop breathing. I never really noticed that I hold my breathe before. I’m trying to undo that and I think it will help with my book proposal.

In addition to the nonfiction book, I’m still mulling over poetry in preparation for a “lost files” edition. Another idea I’m contemplating is a combined collection of poetry, short stories and perhaps some photos.

Oh inspiration, how I missed you so.

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this thing about my ladies

February 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Dear blog family

Forgive my recent absence stint. I promise productive things have been occurring like words and wonders and entertainment and experiences. Love, lust, longing and lostness. All things that equivocate to decent writing most of the time.

I’ve tried to update web-land like four times this week. I keep getting distracted. A good friend of mine says my brain doesn’t stop and that I don’t rest, I guess I’m starting to believe him. That still doesn’t mean that I find it a bad thing, necessarily.

What I have found to be a most favorite thing this week is I’m Out by Ciara with Nicki.

We all know how I cannot resist a sexy Nicki duo, usually ever.

I love being female and when I have bouncy joy moments of liberation emotion I get inspired and make art. Regardless of my fondness of men, nothing seems to balance me out better (here and there) than some straight shot girl talk.

I prefer 3:30 – the end on the Ciara track. Oh Nicki, how I heart thee.

In other news, I painted my toes today. I read more poetry. Wrote some poetry. Daydreamed a bit and wandered around Central Park at five o’clock this morning on my way home.

Have I mentioned how centered I feel?

Love to ours cult collective.


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