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Tag: italia (page 8 of 9)

italy, marriage and me

Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there’s certainly some truth to it.

Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor – a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say “Meet Gretchen, she’s hard and fast.” Continue reading

low key love though

Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago…

Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don’t even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it – but it’s a new shade of sacred to me.

Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won’t talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me Chopin songs. I’m not sure what I could possibly follow that up with… Continue reading

assure allegiance

assure allegiance

when he touched me. i awoke. and my eyes
discovered ways to widen and expand.
it was like i suddenly became more
stretched. i could be. pulled in more
directions. a north south east west
way of expressing how i reach
for him. cut arms. strong thighs. his body
wraps me in limbs and whispers. that i
should never doubt; my only truth.
the one way anyone. broke. through…
i opened. to him. wide arms, spread
legs moving forward in a direction
to be in contact with what i only believed.
and while he whispered, we swore
that nothing would ever split between
us again. he… and i… always. promised.

here i go (again)

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_3955So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.

I have to go. Continue reading

desiderio ansioso

desiderio ansioso

come mi
ricercato
in modi
mai
diventando
il modo in cui
Io finalmente…
desiderato.
volevo
in un altro
Lingua –
era quello che
solo
due di noi
ha parlato.
come mi
ricercato
le sue labbra
il suo gusto
il suo tocco
è come…
volevo
la musica
del nostro
movimento.
segreto
beatitudine.

eager yearning

how i
wanted
in ways
never
becoming
the way that
i finally…
desired.
i wanted
in another
language –
it was what
only
the two of us
spoke.
how i
wanted
his lips
his taste
his touch
his… how i
wanted
the music
of our
movement.
undisclosed
rapture.

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