Namaste blah-g family
I’ve been back in the U.S.A for a hot second. Tahiti was beyond relaxing. I split my time between sun bathing, champagne sipping and speaking to the most beautiful man I have encountered – in various languages.
When I returned to my Manhattan abode, I deleted another round of social media profiles. It felt good, outside of this circle… I don’t really feel like talking to anyone.
Besides him, of course… Continue reading
mi ha baciata
ho lampeggiato. aprire.
5 del mattino. all’alba. Continue reading
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
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
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.