Ever since one of my best friends, Nathan, killed himself 18 months ago – I simply have not been the same. Nathan and I were on this entirely different level, you see? I wrote my first poem inspired by him, How Far Gold Extends, in 2010. When I tell people how he did it, how…
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a visit from nathan
So I’m sitting beside an open window on a blustery New York City eve. I started a new short story. Still working on it, but it starts like this: My therapist says I have separation issues. Miles and I used to run around the playground. Not too near kids. Loud ones. You know the sort….
silent solitude. manifestation. meditation.
Since learning of Nathan’s untimely passing I feel like I’ve been in a trance. I haven’t done much creative writing the past few days (gasp). I’ve done a lot of breathing. I’ve stared at the sky a lot. Related posts: a visit from nathan have you ever (hope) nathan wills one more allen stone
R.I.P Nathan Wills
Three weeks ago today I blogged about a conversation I was having with an Artist I love and respect uniquely to any other soul I have encountered. Ten minutes ago I popped on Twitter to say hello. That’s how I found out that Nathan Wills took his own life on July 27th. Nathan and I…
view. in those jeans.
Namaste international tribe of cult and other lovers
I have been having so much fun writing in a zillion styles over the past days. Aliases everywhere.