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 Part of the reason I’ve been a tad silent and withdrawn for two-weekish is the impact of finding out that the dude of the week that I dated for five minutes was actually the dude cheating on his girlfriend of the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

September 22, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

I’ve been layin low for the past week-ish. Aside from banging out novel and writing a shit ton of poetry, not too many has flipped otherwise.

Of course, when I lay low, plans and schemes take shape. So I guess it’s fair to say I’ve also been plotting and scheming. While I am a huge fan of how life is bobbing along right now, I always have at least three feasible back up plans at my fingertips.

You never know.

I’ve also been listening to this on repeat:

“Got a stack of rap snacks up in back of my chair, catalogue all my thoughts if you’re caring to hear.” “… don’t wanna be no rockstar, i’m too OG. Way deep in the beats, motivating the streets.” DOPENESS.

Anyways, I’m so bloody uptight all of the time. I considered this over the weekend. Not in my spare time, just when I hit the streets. I don’t mean to be, and I don’t think it’s a stress factor. My mate reckons it’s because I’m a Virgo.

Maybe it’s because I’m around uptight people. Considering my entire life essentially takes place in midtown Manhattan these days, it’s not like I’m rolling with the most relaxed group of individuals. I mean, they’re beautiful and interesting – relaxed? Not so much.

Having spent my 20’s and early 30’s becoming a citizen of Australia, I have a true appreciation for a more laid back life perspective. I believe this is probably possible in other parts of the States, but I belong in New York City. As long as I’m in this country anyways.

I have this thing about that…

I’m going to endeavor to be a bit more relaxed. Maybe I’ll wear four inch heels today instead of six. The track helps, I’m sure I’ll listen to it all day. Lightens my step.

Happy Monday cult collective.

 

 

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breakfast

September 21, 2014 Posted by gretchen

breakfast

he tastes like vodka and cigarettes and
morning. with the softest secrets between
our balanced exchange of ask and command,
today begins – setting another scene.
i watched him sleep and listened to him breathe,
flickering eyes, speaking whispers in dreams.
the moment you find your way to believe.
hold faith in your heart and know what it means.
there were rain clouds where the sun should have been,
a cobalt grey sky and cool autumn wind.
answers appear in shape and style of him.
resetting history. spin and rescind.
he turned. i rose. exhale each other. hush…
when feeling consumes. beyond realms of much.

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