the world and writing of a nyc writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: new york city (page 11 of 73)

open house

open house

this. six foot, something, southern skateboarder
showed up. again after i say… forfeit.
initial resist. fuzz and disorder.
he owned this gift; eradicate torment.
forte pulse. piano words. i unfolded
around him. environment of one. choice.
we closed the door. and both… repaired broken,
he spread me out to discover my voice;
we filled each other’s world, then, disappeared.
i stretched beside an open window i
filled my lungs with city; swearing him near.
late night calls. sideways looks. 4am cries.
a new life texture. to sway and reside.
devouring time until he’s inside.

my beautiful bubble

Humans are often entertained by the bubble I reside in. Regardless if I am rolling in the faraway land of Australia or squatting in IMG_3180central  New York City, between the glow of Times Square and breeze of Central Park, I make a point to not know too much about what’s going on.

I watched a date of mine awkwardly squirm over his escargot last week trying to explain to me what the ice bucket challenge is. If you don’t know, congratulations. Apparently I had a really good run at not having any clue about it. The benefits of not having Facebook we decided.

While I stay knee deep in reading things relevant to what I do at work, outside of my job, I’m all set with the news, thanks. I also don’t read a lot of creative work written by other people – especially not when I’m heavy into a project. Continue reading

stand up. harlem. believe me.

I watched a hilarious comedy show with one of my besties last night in Harlem, before we went for a sultry AugustIMG_2747 stroll up the Hudson River. It’s funny, because this particular mate of mine has never seen me go up – but we’ve read my joke books and cackled on my carpet once or twice.

There’s nothing better than making someone laugh. I’m putting serious consideration into an open mic tonight at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. I’ve written some new jokes, I’ve got some from old sets. Continue reading

what my day sounded like

The listening tag in our blog collective’s world of words is the most popular.

I love that.

I heard two new songs today that I haven’t stopped playing. So I of course had to immediately bring that to listen and tell. Continue reading

this. bitch.

this. bitch.

The way she follows you is laughable.

She is a painter who is seven years younger, five pounds lighter and many lifetimes of practicality unborn – than me.

I have this odd way of stating things. Like how on the day we met I told you to move in with me. She doesn’t know me. But she follows me. She reads my blog. She masturbated to one of my photos. Continue reading

Older posts Newer posts
Content Protected Using Blog Protector By: PcDrome.