the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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day 13. “two”.

Two (an excerpt)

“We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.”

“I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.”

“Every dream, I feel your touch.” Continue reading

dissotterrare zelo

dissotterrare zelo

era come
Guardò fuori
per me. e noi
innamorarsi
prima che qualcuno
avuto la possibilità
a lampeggiare. sognare …
prima non avrei mai potuto
essere qualcosa
Che si adatta un certo
forma; H e I
formata insieme.
E i miei occhi
ha aperto. le mie labbra
disse.
Niente.

unearth zeal

it was like
he looked out
for me. and we
fell in love
before anyone
had a chance
to blink. to dream…
prior to i could never
be something
that fits one certain
shape; he and i
formed together.
and my eyes
opened. my lips
said.
nothing.

 

city running and sooking

Now that I’m finished sooking for five or ten minutes, there are many other more interesting and IMG_2003entertaining things that have occurred in between.

For example, I field-tripped to Brooklyn a few days ago. There was live music and an eventual dance party in my living room. The evening concluded with nachos on the sidewalk around 1am.

Oh and laughter. There was a lot of joy and laughter that day.

Also, I recently roamed the Bowery in the summer rain; sipped a pomegranate martini in a dimly lit Russian vodka lounge; gazed into IMG_1917paintings at MoMA until my eyes rolled out of my head and onto each canvas; and woke up the next day with a pair of boots on my carpet that do not belong to me.

Big picture speaking, I know I seriously have nothing to complain about. Continue reading

see you soon nyc – filmstrip crush

Photography by Josh Dirlam

Today is my last day in New York City until the next time we return to tear town up all over again.

This particular trip couldn’t conclude more sweetly. I spent yesterday with a collection of my favorite humans. I wandered Astoria in chilly winter air and reminisced about the insanely amazing summer I had and how off the chain the next NYC leg will be.

When I most likely go to school… more… because somehow that always happens…

I was looking at Josh Dirlam’s photos snapped last night this morning. I wrote the following poem inspired by the work. There is literally no better way to conclude my trip… here’s to art and inspiration, oh, and love… I always throw that in. Continue reading

now you’re in NEW YOOORK!!

New York City smells like Chinese food,100_1053 patchouli incense, the cologne of delivery boys, the roses for sale on each street corner, and Jamaican nannies wafting coconut trails from perfectly woven braids. Continue reading

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