in a space of separation

July 3, 2014 Posted by gretchen

in a space of separation

i woke up
with glasses
on
my table and
high-topsIMG_0556
on my floor
and he does
not
know that when
i ordinarily
rise every morning
i immediately
look for ways
to stay
sleeping. (more…)

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god i love this city

July 2, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_0342I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my IMG_0378smile.

Serious business. (more…)

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downtown (2 of 2)

June 30, 2014 Posted by gretchen

We’re in love by our third martini. Mine dirty, his with a twist. There is an excitement knowing how fast and temporary this will be.

The waitstaff are talking about us. When he leans in closer to hear my voice more clearly, I smell violets and cigarettes on his collar, and lemon vodka on his breath. I subtly swoop toward him and we briefly touch cheeks. His skin is as soft as the summer atmosphere around us and the dim streetlights above.

We aren’t discussing anything of great depth, but engagement is an obvious quality we share. And so we tell stories and tip glasses and laugh loudly while we talk about what it’s like living in other countries. (more…)

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downtown (1 of 2)

June 26, 2014 Posted by gretchen

You told me to write you a story.

“I want it to be true, baby. I want you to tell me the truth about the things that you do.”

You don’t know a thing about what I do. All you know is what I tell you. And over the past two weeks, since you responded to my craigslist ad, I’ve told you random things. Banter. (more…)

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moto boy keep your darkness secret

June 25, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Yesterday after writing morning poetry to Moto Boy, who I discovered listening to a German internet radio station, I had the pleasure of connecting with him in MotoBoysocial media land.

This led me to Moto Boy’s latest release, Keep Your Darkness Secret. Within 10 seconds my hair was let down and I was once again bending in the city breeze… writing poetry.

After my Allen Stone episode last week, which had me shimmying on summer sidewalks up and down Times Square, Moto Boy has injected the subtle chill it took to take some time to sway. I have a unique respect for people singing in a language that isn’t their native tongue. Moto Boy is Swedish, further described on his homepage as Singer. Guitarist. Romantic.

It’s hard enough to sing in another language. But when you start writing poetry in other languages? I basically want to have sex with you. Ok, I’m sorry. That was too much. Still, I’m totally stripping to this at some point. #justsayin

Part of my joy in discovering this song on this particular midtown morning is the balmy air mixed with the cool breeze blowing in my window. It’s the sort of environment that makes my curly hair fat and grab-able. Mixed with Moto Boy?

Poetry:

unanticipated apparition

he appeared in my doorway
and we spoke this language
before we made eye contact
we knew. i could tell you
the first time i outlined his arms
with my center finger and thumb.
i told him i would write about him.
while we sat in an empty room.
three chairs. one empty. wilted
flowers. the breath of the city
cooling my shoulders as i was
watching him sleep. pictures;
drawings spread across my life.
pencil. ink. permanence. words
filled my head. i grabbed my throat;
i turned a key and spun a brass knob.
closed entrance opens. with just
one
click.

 

Igår efter att ha skrivit morgonpoesi till Moto Boy, som jag upptäckte att lyssna på en tysk internetradiostation, hade jag nöjet att ansluta med honom i MotoBoysocial media mark.

Detta ledde mig till Moto Boy s senaste release, håller din Darkness hemlighet. Inom 10 sekunder mitt hår var låt ned och jag var återigen böjning i staden vinden … skriva poesi.

Efter min Allen Sten episod förra veckan, som hade mig shimmying på sommar trottoarer upp och ner Times Square, har Moto Boy injicerat den subtila kylan tog det att ta lite tid att gunga. Jag har en unik respekt för människor som sjunger på ett språk som inte är deras modersmål. Moto Boy är svenska, beskrivs närmare på hans hemsida som Singer. Gitarrist. Romantic.

Det är svårt nog att sjunga på ett annat språk. Men när du börjar skriva poesi på andra språk? Jag vill i princip att ha sex med dig. Ok, jag är ledsen. Det var för mycket. Ändå är jag helt stripp till detta någon gång. # Justsayin

En del av min glädje i att upptäcka den här låten på denna midtown morse är den ljumma luften blandas med sval bris blåser i mitt fönster. Det är den typ av miljö som gör att mitt lockiga hår fett och grab-stånd. Blandat med Moto Boy?

Poesi:

unanticipated apparition

Han dök upp i min dörröppning
och vi talade detta språk
innan vi fick ögonkontakt
vi visste. Jag skulle kunna berätta
första gången jag beskrev sina armar
med min långfingret och tummen
Jag sa att jag skulle skriva om honom.
medan vi satt i ett tomt rum.
tre stolar. en tom. vissnat
blommor. andan i staden
kylning mina axlar som jag var
tittar på honom sova. bilder;
teckningar spridda över mitt liv.
penna. bläck. beständighet. ord
fyllde mitt huvud. Jag tog tag i min hals;
Jag vände en nyckel och snurrade en mässingsknopp.
stängd entré öppnas. med bara
ett
klicka.

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