black hole swimming: release of gravity it was all. for nothing. but one single moment, clawed. re-opened. explosion. scars. painting me purple to shut up. hidden talent extracting a staircase, you choose. up. d o w n between you and i i landed. on my face, front on. you have to be kidding. me. my constant laughter. bounce. in my step. hold her hand. out the door. i hope. you fall.
We are nearly halfway through nano-ing blog family. The goal is a 50,000 word novel (or so) by the end of November. I'm working. A fair bit. This is only the second full weekend I've spent in my apartment - opposed to traveling away mischief seeking in the hills of Connecticut. This morning I woke up at six and sipped hot Yerba Mate with coconut milk chatting with family in Australia as they nestled in for bed. I burnt Nag Champa incense,...
Namaste blog tribe I wasn't here yesterday, but I have the most AMAZING excuse. Yesterday I had the perfect pleasure of escorting the most beautiful Jessica Tremp and her equally stunning partner in evening explorations during their first visit to New York City! We ate Italian food and gossiped until we gasped for breath. We hugged and shook our heads and widened our eyes at stories and I'm fairly certain tears of joy were involved at some...
tumbleweed Once. You stole my Reflection. Learning to dance with shadows. Twice. Too many Times. Raw. Skinned. Bloody. Knees. Double everything. As many times As I again. As I. Again. thisoverandoverandoverandoverand Over. Tumbling.
Whilst dangling out of my 18th story window the other day in giddy delight during a much required sister visit, I noticed the New York City public library is down the street from me. THE NEW YORK CITY PUBLIC LIBARY IS DOWN THE STREET FROM ME BLOG TRIBE! Considering this page began barefoot in a Queensland farmhouse roughly 1,000 kilometers north of Sydney... it's quite spectacular, really. Furthermore, my walk to work each day involves me...