I’ve never made coffee in platform stilettos before. The French Connection pair I’m wearing are black velvet with pale pink bottoms. I stand close to six feet with them on. My legs are lean and long like the trunk of a young, growing tree. Oh, and speaking of French… There’s a French painter in my bed. Since I live in a studio apartment, in a midtown east luxury building - the bed isn’t too far from the kitchen, where I’m preparing...
To(o) Much I turned. My Head facing a… Howl. Like Slowed. I Stop(Ped). I rode A window to(o) Touch. He put a… (Pen in my hand) (Octave in my…) Breath. Do you Know the rhythm. I. Strike. Everybody talks About How we wrote right And left Handed while I walked. Pas(sed)t. Baby… … Slow. (Mmm) Ocean. I scribbled. A Way. That prove: To, Much.
safe bet i would never tell how he invited he asked and begged and i did… not. i never made any assumption. like, what he wishes i would think about providing. i could consider to bring someone in. (i heard he keep his promises.)
Namaste blog tribe The book is bouncing and soaring around. Over the past two months, I've really visited each character and their complexities. I'm starting to add subtle details and motivations. And pages fill, paragraphs get slashed - and I'm creating something I'm really proud of. In other news - we had an ill snowstorm last weekend, the second largest in Manhattan history, so I was told. We dove in snowbanks... I carried designer shoes in...