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 Nathan stabbed himself twenty times, they cringe and say they don't want me to talk about it. And I understand how no one would want to hear such a macrebe story. But, I...
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. Kids on soccer teams in Subarus. Miles has three fingers on his left hand which I don’t tend to notice and I certainly never mention. I write a lot about mental...
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. I've briefly mentioned my spiritual nature in our land of blog. Every day when I wake up, I greet the world with love. I praise all things divine for the life I have, because even throughout my dramatic blog episodes that drift through from time...
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 found each other in the early days of FollowMeToNYC when I was soaring the land of social media following conversations of musicians, writers, artists and other...
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. So far Sunday's been spent writing sexy stories to Ginuwine. The particularly spectacular thing about all of this is that I haven't had to leave bed to do so. I re-arranged my house again. Not only can I stare at the east river anytime I like from the comfort of my queen size mattress, I can...