the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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allora

I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy.

“It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?”

He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. Continue reading

emptiness. clips.

imageMy apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents.

Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes – and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I’m someone who likes to be prepared. Continue reading

left out verse

Left (out) Verse

The problem they have is that I never
(lose faith) Care about. This bullshit. Promise. Continue reading

what you chase

Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.

I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.

That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading

staying home. shutting down.

Trauma is a strange beast. No matter how much you pat her in your lap to keep her calm, you know sooner or img_7433later, with one quick neck whip – she bites you, again.

Everyone on Earth experiences trauma to a certain degree. I feel like anyone who disagrees with that might be still in some type of denial period.

Matters of the heart are among my top traumatizing periods. Like now, for example. Continue reading

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