the world of gretchen cello

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how hard. can you…
take this. wait.
weight of what’s remembered.
sitting on my shoulders.
upside down view.
twisting. stiff. head turns.
i gave away my dice.
hanging up my gloves.
imagining sound to your impact.
how. might. understanding.
taste.
did i ever tell you…
he sounds like a symphony of sunrise.
we drank truth.
water in the desert.
my empty stomach.
rejected.
sometimes. a triangle in a square.
fit.
shoved into another.
unfamiliar shape.
searching without seek.
feeling without touch.
we reached what happens next.
i can’t… look…
around. circling sameness.
i know. what we built…
battle axe hack.
i find myself. wishing.
an aim of… possibly.
slice what’s left.
sacrificed. half.
tell me how you want it.
red bow.
box.

written to: pursuit of happiness

SSF published a piece of mine: THREE LINES

As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no place else has New Yorkers…

Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’

My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. ‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…

justified. less of form.

permissible response.
intuitive compliance.
conceptualized. style to be… behind bullet proof glass.
(i know… i can be… so…)
lack of fear frightening.

what do you do when.
structure is a sand-less shore. endless waves. Continue reading…

Wandering around yesterday breaking night and chasing sunrise, I had a few interesting head shifts that danced between states of surrealism, uncertainty, and confident nods. Continue reading…

Namaste cult dwellers, I hope you all had a lovely weekend! How nice was the WEATHER local ones?

I spent my time frolicking around with camera: watching, listening, snapping, scribbling…

There’s heaps more work I didn’t do this weekend, so I kind of have to do it right now. Here is a taste of what has been swirling around me for the past 48-hours… while I really thought about doing work… but simply couldn’t commit myself to longer than five minutes indoors. Continue reading…

Some of you might recall the collaboration Real People previously posted that was written with Ricardo Perez. Our latest creation is a different style that combines our two voices. In the first piece we each wrote a clean half. The following work is a tangled mesh of both our phrasing and feelings.

… I’m quite pleased with it actually. Shout out Rick! Shout out to the Writers! Continue reading…

Namaste blog family

I think I might use this photograph for the artwork of the spoken word flyer I’m attempting to invent. This is what the sunrise looked like around 5 to 6ish today from Astoria Park. It left me breathless and writing.

I’m in Manhattan at the moment, literally sitting in Times Square. Considering that I started this entire webpage to get to New York City and bust writing – to say that sitting here is surreal would be like saying ‘it’s pretty cool.’

Stories and projects and job things and running – amazing food, hot beats, late nights, early mornings? Continue reading…

Happy Friday the 13th blog family! Watch something scary… like Cheerleader Camp. Continue reading…

I do believe our cult agrees on the critical component of music in existence. I certainly have no singing voice and don’t play any other instrument, although I did try to attempt piano once and will certainly return to it when I gain the time and grace.

As a kid, I was fascinated with the power of sound, the way it literally alters moods. This is something that has stayed with me. I obsess over particular sound vibrations depending on my state, the day, moon phase… you catch my drift…

Eroding identity was written a few moments ago to this. I love a track that makes me let my hair down.

I love anything that makes me let my hair down… Continue reading…

I believe the poetry book will be complete and available within 48 hours. Continue reading…