tides of together

October 7, 2014 Posted by gretchen

tides of together

i met him. another. morning
after the other before another;
because men? they (just) simply
again and again and again.
so… i looked up and he was
down. do you really know what
it takes being (?). he stole a
piece of me. too long ago. now
to recall back then. nevermind. (more…)

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holy shit i’m going to meet ALLEN STONE

October 4, 2014 Posted by gretchen

OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE!

I’m deep in editing today blog tribe. Chopping sentences and moving words. During this process, in the back of my mind, a voice hummed: Isn’t Allen Stone playing New York City in October?

Oh yes, Allen Stone is playing New York City in October. Not only that, he’s playing about four blocks from my house. And furthermore – I copped a special, fancy-like, quite inexpensive, magic, golden ticket which includes something I’m all giddy on… A Q&A WITH ALLEN STONE!

IMG_3954HOLY SHIT!

About four months ago I came across Allen Stone for the very first time when I was investigating who the opening act was for the John Butler Trio Summer Stage show. Nothing in the world comes close to seeing him live. And this Thursday, I will wander a few blocks from home and tell him how much I adore his music.

I can’t really think of many other places outside New York City that present opportunites like this.

In other news, it’s grey outside today. Rainy. I’m shackled to my computer editing away. I look forward to finishing the editing bits and returning to the writing bits which I fancy very much more. Alas, as an independent creative writer essentially in it for the sport, you learn to play every aspect required to push out a book. Writing, editing, and these days, even publishing sometimes.

I don’t reckon I’m going to self-publish Novel, I’ll pitch that. I’m cool self publishing poetry though. It seems logical for some reason.

On that note, back to it.

PS. HOLY SHIT I‘M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE IN LIKE FOUR DAYS!

 

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national poetry day. break free.

October 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Today is National Poetry Day! I actually had no clue until #NationalPoetryDay rolled through my Instagram feed.

Yo.

Once I saw the tag, I decided to go through some archives and put up a few tangents of mine. Let me tell you this, when you’re a Poet, to go back through FIVE YEARS of poetry? It ain’t easy.

Essentially, I went through both of my divorces again, a few other encounters of loserville… and then some really stunning work. Pieces I’m proud of, things I had forgotten about.IMG_3797

That made me feel empowered. My first husband, the one I was actually married to for nearly a decade opposed to a month – he tossed off my game for a minute. Not because I miss him terribly, because he really stripped me of a sense of self worth for a few years. Nothing was good enough. I was never going to get published. There was no way we were going to get to New York City. (more…)

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live living room on moving

September 30, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_2804I’ve got to come clean. Part of the reason I’ve been a tad silent and withdrawn for two-weekish is the impact of finding out that the dude of the week that I dated for five minutes was actually the dude cheating on his girlfriend of the week.

So incredibly lame. (more…)

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greeting goodbye for a fake hello

September 25, 2014 Posted by gretchen

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

Reaching the point where I am. Out. I’m out.
Unlike your ex, I won’t call for your couch.
I am not a species designed to shout.
36 years and I’ve never once slouched.
Don’t think I’m sad. Or even. Hurt. Walking
In shadows; all that I had. Do you think
If I felt, I would continue talking
? Don’t have to close two eyes. Only one. Wink.
Your memory failed us. Waving white flag.
You induce numb while I ignite this. Life
Blowing rings. Tipping crystal. Standard swag.
This knowledge-less land knows nothing of strife.
Next time you treat someone like you did me,
I hope you embrace what starting can be.

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