merriest merry

December 25, 2018 Posted by the writer

Merry Christmas blog tribe. I hope everyone ate too much and was showered in gifts. My nemesis over the past few days has been goat cheese stuffed cherry tomatoes and more champagne than I could accurately recall.

Coming from Spain, my husband made the biggest seafood paella I have ever seen and we guzzled sangria like it’s my job.

Speaking of jobs… I can’t say how wonderful not working has been. The last time I had all of my time to myself was 2009/2010 when I first fired up this blahg and was finding my way back to Manhattan. I published three poetry books back then, wrote and shot a short film, scribbled out a couple of other scripts, and even played YouTube a bit which I’ve since destroyed.

Though I’m contemplating firing up a new one…

I spend my days walking my dogs, loving my man, editing / writing / pondering, swimming in the sea, laying in the sun, cooking European feasts, hiding out, meditating and literally being blissful.

When I first started whispering to my tiny inner circle about my man moving us over to a military base on the Indian Ocean where I can sit on my front porch, stare at the waves and spill stories… I received back a few, “Gee, not working? Aren’t you going to be bored?”

To this I responded something like, “HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA….” (pause, gasp, wipe eye tears) “HAAAAAAAAAAA!” Prior to concluding with, “Ummm, no. Nope. I won’t be bored.”

Independently supporting myself as a Writer in some of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth while I was in Manhattan for eight years was tremendously satisfying. Anyone who came to visit me can tell you how I was living.

And let me tell you… I was liv-in.

Now, I just want to chill. Having turned 40 in September, walking into the second half of my life — I am more than happy to have someone take care of me. I spent 20 years paying bills, covering rent, grinding grinding grinding. Having only now stopped, about a month ago, there’s no words for how relaxed I feel.

It’s the first time in my life since I was a kid living with my parents that anyone is going to take care of me.

We’re hanging out waiting for the official order. Once it comes, the puppies, myself and my man will be picked up and plopped on the west coast quicker than you can say, “Yes, please.” Or as my husband would say, “Porfavor…

Wrapping up this year is more symbolic to me thank I can express. Perhaps I can have a go when I start publishing my next set of poetry books.

… considering my time is mine now. The new life I sought when I left Manhattan starts now. I couldn’t be more pleased.

good luck tekashi 6ix9ine

November 23, 2018 Posted by the writer

As someone who has experienced a reasonable dose of bad luck in between the good luck I’m always happy to have… shout out Tekashi.

Keep your head up kids.

“Niggas runnin out they mouth, but they never pop out…” 69 “You can talk hot on the internet, boi…”

the hate you project don’t effect me

November 4, 2018 Posted by the writer

Rest in peace Ranford Bigsby.

my social society

October 30, 2018 Posted by the writer

Social media is some ill shit. It makes people money while simultaneously destroying lives.

Something I struggle with as a Writer is that as a creature – I don’t want anyone following, watching or absorbing anything outside of “their” our field.

Man.

Ever since my youtube sensation best friend killed himself, I’ve paid more attention to how people follow each other in particular realms.

I’ve seen asshole Writers, who are literal assholes in real life, get crazy global book deals that feed off of likes and shares.

Fuck that.

I innocently walked into this webpage about ten years ago in the middle of major heartbreak looking for someone to talk to.

I never needed anyone to watch.

Part of why I’ve shut up the past couple of years is because I don’t envy anyone who gets money off of being paid attention to. I understand this is a contradiction, and trust me; I’m a prideful contradiction at best.

I just have a weird things I get pleased from. Private love. Dogs. Ink on a page.

Music.

These are things that make me sway. I hate followers. Don’t share this page, do me a favour.

It makes me happy I can make money and get by in the most ordinary way. Otherwise, I’d just be another asshole in the spotlight. Where would you rather be?

Variety is the spice of life.

#writerslife

watch this for ten dollars

October 30, 2018 Posted by the writer

watch (this for ten) dollars

I’m married to a veteran. He was in four wars. Well, he was
In three.
He was sent to Iraq twice.
And the best thing about it is…
The best thing…
No one asks me any fucking questions.
But when
It comes
To him. Everyone sighs and
Is concerned
Like they aren’t
Thankful this mother
Fucker put it all out. Just so
The rest can Pro –
Test. Comp…
Lane. I stay in mine
And he doesn’t give
A single
Any.
I was married
Three times. Lucky.
But the number;
The Spanish One
From Spain
The individual
Who never said
Anything was still
Not good enough
To try
To claim
My wild heart.
(i hoped so
much)
Reality television
Eats souls deep
While we are a —
Round. We circle
So where
The fuck
Were you.

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