#mynypd (based on a true story)
part 2 of 2 (part 1)
There are scrubs at her feet. She pulls the dry fabric over her naked lower half and makes her way across a corridor into the bathroom.
She closes the door, looks in the mirror, and for the first time – she realizes what they did to her. There’s blood coming from her right ear. She reaches for a paper towel, holding back tears, she’s in auto pilot.
Cold water, apply pressure. Don’t cry. (more…)
he disrupts me. in this way. prior to
notice. to see. disruption is enchant.
like a hazel-eyed rescue stirring you
ashore. walking on ground after sailboat
wonders. our ocean wanders, starlight. jumps.
when bodies form, in perfection. one. pose.
we are unaccompanied. lone heart pumps.
he closes. i open. he opens close.
an off the grid love that no one can find,
8th avenue hip squeeze. show how you’re mine.
suitors try to sway me, like i’m inclined.
betrayal blows to dust. i am his design.
affinity true, we roll like the tides.
sealing forever. what silence provides.
#myNYPD : a two-part short story
dedicated to every victim of police brutality, based on a true story.
On March 09, 2014, she received the news that a best friend of hers, in Chile (where she resided from 2002 – 2011), committed suicide. Or fell. One or the other. She could email someone for more information. Except she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t cry. She looked out the window and tried to forget.
On the evening of Friday, Marchl 11, at approximately 11pm, she attended a restaurant one block away from her flat.
At the restaurant, she drank a bottle of Chilean wine, grieving her friend. She is not ordinarily a heavy drinker. It is possible she had another one or two drinks. She ordered some appetizers, olives and a salad. (more…)
Namaste blog tribe
I literally kicked my heels last week strolling the puppies down 9th avenue, when I saw the proud banner putting me on about the 9th Avenue International Food Festival taking place this weekend!
9th Avenue International Food Festival in Hell’s Kitchen
Day one was fifteen blocks of global celebration with international deliciousness streaming steady, north to south, day to night. I expect nothing else from today’s festivities: people slurping fresh fruit smoothies, licking powdered sugar from funnel-caked fingers, munching fried onions with horseradish sauce and cheersing cold drinks on sidewalk patios to barbecue delights.
Something like… YUM! (more…)
Dear blog family
It’s been a month-ish since I checked in proper. Unbelievable things have occurred. Some wonderful, some suck.
As someone who believes there’s enough negativity in the world, I’d like to speak a minute on the wonderful things that happened over the past four weeks.
I MOVED BACK TO HELL’S KITCHEN!!
Correct. The Upper Whack Side was a mess waiting to happen. Sure, having a deck in Manhattan was cool… for five minutes.
Silly Gretchen fell in love again and decided to move close to a boy. So in addition to learning that I belong somewhere below 59th and above 48th… at 35 years old, I’ve learned not to chase boys anymore.
I’ll let them come to me. (more…)