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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taste of fall

September 19, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Taste of Fall

September tastes like apple cider in New York City. I walked through Central Park in 5am darkness that pricked with the first bite of winter’s warning. Not as hard as what was said last night.

No one goes to the park this early. There’s me, a clan of serial joggers, a few cyclists and a couple of homeless people. I’m here because I have dogs. I have dogs because they get me out of the house. And it’s important for me to get out of the house, because I have habits.

I have habits for a couple of reasons. (more…)

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less than (24 hours)

September 18, 2014 Posted by gretchen

less than (24 hours)

i explained. change.
like fall. collapsed says
foolish history cannot
sustain this real love.
past habit hits and inane
tidbits. useless chips
digging. with sharp nail
scratch. this surface
funnels. flashes. recede.
throw what you can’t hold.
time. never. it counted to me.

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how we keep (stay)

September 18, 2014 Posted by gretchen

how we keep (stay)

you see. when heIMG_0868
and i combine it
is like tidal wave
pulling and pushing
and grabbing and
wet. i stay. remain
starts to be a style.
my midtown hips
his brooklyn hits;
swelter methods
evaporate flames
when we are t(w)o-
gether. gathering rise
and sets. methods
i keep him. sun up,
sun down. cyclic
circle moving each
time he slaps in-
side with just me.
we stay. private.
secret retaining
with one. remaining.

 

“Got some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?”


 

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