the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: family (page 8 of 32)

sole gc this saturday night

What family means to us. Continue reading

what’s the size of them

rims…

they just keep holdin me, won’t let go…

nathan wills

Nathan Wills

Nathan Wills

Ever since one of my best friends, Nathan, killed himself 18 months ago – I simply have not been the same.

Nathan and I were on this entirely different level, you see? I wrote my first poem inspired by him, How Far Gold Extends, in 2010.

When I tell people how he did it, how Nathan stabbed himself twenty times, they cringe and say they don’t want me to talk about it. And I understand how no one would want to hear such a macrebe story. But, I guess when you’re in my position… and the only thing you see in an energy is just that… a golden violet vibration of love…

Imagining such self-inflicted atrocites becomes literally impossbile. Continue reading

freedom dancing. shake it.

Ever since I abruptly stopped being shitty, in addition to writing more and creating more art, I’ve been dancing more. I rearranged my apartment on Saturday to make it more dance-party friendly. I’m considering an impromptu New Year’s Eve Party.

I do live in Times Square, after all.

IMG_0422#1Anyways, after rearranging my place Saturday morning, David came over to celebrate the new dancing space. We dropped it hot crazy to Nicki  Minaj and Cassie.

Any girl who does not love Nicki either a) is a die-hard Lil Kim fan (respect) or, sadly b) a sucker fool.

There are woman around the world, a majority, in fact, that are insanely oppressed. They can’t drive a car or pursue a certain type of career. In extreme cases, they can’t even walk down the street without being attacked.

A lot of woman in liberated countries do not have any idea how fortunate they really are. Anyways. All that’s heavy for a Monday morning.

Go shake your ass blog family… stay blessed. Spread it.

The boys al-ways spendin all their money on love.

 

To a dead sister (live)

To the fake (one)

She used. To say
You are fake, it
Becomes. A
Compliment.
She was blessed
With children, and
Then she completely,
Suddenly forgot
The reality of blood. Continue reading

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