pairing paroxysm We can Pretend And act Like anyone Else. Ever. Matter(ed) When I am Rocking inside Tides of Not telling That I never Cared. To show This side Of a circle That rounds And comes back; Ties. Into (k)not(s) Which I Rope around My neck. Nodding As if every - Thing remains Fine.
I'm back in town. The plan was to hide in sticks-ville for my entire out-of-office time... alas, things are always beckoning me back to my favorite girlfriend of Manhattan. I reckon I'll stick around two weeks, then dip back out. The trees and sunshine are suiting me. Also, my heart is bandaged after being diced. Repair isn't the right term. Some things don't exactly heal, getting better is a start. In usual form, I wrote a poem about it. I...
The past week-ish hiding in the forest immensely helped my head. The roughly 14 days that led up to this particular stint was head spinning to say the least. A lot of life-culling has been taking place behind the scenes. Regardless of consciously projecting love to whatever's around me at any given time, I keep a small click close. When I'm not deliberately breaking my phone, there's usually about six numbers in it. It's not that I'm...
Namaste loyal readers & cult affiliates I've been in the sticks for a lush three days. I'm staying indefinitely through mid-Septemberish. I'm certain a city sway will occur sporadically, New York City is irresistible on any day - summer is entirely something else. A friend of mine smiled at me a couple of weeks ago and said, "I'm glad you're from the country." Considering my current address and history with the town I love, it's not usually...
My return to blahg-ville has been hushed. Most of my time is spent with my latest book, so I haven't been much in the zone of blah-g. I've also been spending a lot of time with new people who have recently appeared in my life. The way that life goes in waves and peaks is certainly something that never stops, until we eventually kick it and float into the next realm. 1 September marks me being in Manhattan for six years. After the despair I...