open house

September 3, 2014 Posted by gretchen

open house

this. six foot, something, southern skateboarder
showed up. again after i say… forfeit.
initial resist. fuzz and disorder.
he owned this gift; eradicate torment.
forte pulse. piano words. i unfolded
around him. environment of one. choice.
we closed the door. and both… repaired broken,
he spread me out to discover my voice;
we filled each other’s world, then, disappeared.
i stretched beside an open window i
filled my lungs with city; swearing him near.
late night calls. sideways looks. 4am cries.
a new life texture. to sway and reside.
devouring time until he’s inside.

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not too. shhhhh.

August 29, 2014 Posted by gretchen

IMG_3134After my thoughts about other Writer blah-gs earlier,  I decided to visit a few to catch up on the past years-ish. Something interesting I saw, is that while no one is brave enough to comment on a blog post publicly, they’ll happily “like” it on Facebook.

I guess this is where my post-grad communications dorkness shows. It stuns me that rather than individually support an Artist in their own forum – out of ease and convenience = humans thumbs up to show their approval while raising Facebook’s stock.

Because everyone knows, Mark Zuckerburg needs a raise. (more…)

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my beautiful bubble

August 27, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Humans are often entertained by the bubble I reside in. Regardless if I am rolling in the faraway land of Australia or squatting in IMG_3180central  New York City, between the glow of Times Square and breeze of Central Park, I make a point to not know too much about what’s going on.

I watched a date of mine awkwardly squirm over his escargot last week trying to explain to me what the ice bucket challenge is. If you don’t know, congratulations. Apparently I had a really good run at not having any clue about it. The benefits of not having Facebook we decided.

While I stay knee deep in reading things relevant to what I do at work, outside of my job, I’m all set with the news, thanks. I also don’t read a lot of creative work written by other people – especially not when I’m heavy into a project. (more…)

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a week? dates.

August 26, 2014 Posted by gretchen

IMG_3137Can’t believe a week flew by blog family.  That’s what happens at the end of a New York City summer. We all go nuts because we know the sidewalks just won’t be the same in a few months. Everyone crowds to street cafes to guzzle their last rounds of  frozen drinks before autumn arrives and we swap our summer cocktails for pumpkin ales and replace our singlets with sweaters.

Sigh.

It goes so fast.

To see summer out properly and conclude the ritual of forgetting that kid I liked for a week or so, I’ve been going on dates. Again.

Being a swaggy, independent lady like myself here in the big smoke – it’s pretty easy getting dates. I actually had three in the same day last week. Dates aren’t the hard thing to land. Second dates, that’s another story.  (more…)

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settling. stand up.

August 19, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste blog tribe

I have been uncharacteristically quiet the past days-ish. Mainly, I’ve been listening to this:

That song does something to me that I don’t think women are really capable of until we hit 30. Which reminds me… (more…)

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