Namaste blog tribe I've got to come clean. Part of the reason I've been a tad silent and withdrawn for two-weekish is the impact of finding out that the dude of the week that I dated for five minutes was actually the dude cheating on his girlfriend of the week. So incredibly lame. I had a conversation with my mate yesterday about dating in New York City and we both concured that there's no such thing. There is such thing as going on a date, but...
Namaste blog tribe I've been layin low for the past week-ish. Aside from banging out novel and writing a shit ton of poetry, not too many has flipped otherwise. Of course, when I lay low, plans and schemes take shape. So I guess it's fair to say I've also been plotting and scheming. While I am a huge fan of how life is bobbing along right now, I always have at least three feasible back up plans at my fingertips. You never know. I've also been...
Taste of Fall September tastes like apple cider in New York City. I walked through Central Park in 5am darkness that pricked with the first bite of winter’s warning. Not as hard as what was said last night. No one goes to the park this early. There’s me, a clan of serial joggers, a few cyclists and a couple of homeless people. I’m here because I have dogs. I have dogs because they get me out of the house. And it’s important for me to get...
how we keep (stay) you see. when he and i combine it is like tidal wave pulling and pushing and grabbing and wet. i stay. remain starts to be a style. my midtown hips his brooklyn hits; swelter methods evaporate flames when we are t(w)o- gether. gathering rise and sets. methods i keep him. sun up, sun down. cyclic circle moving each time he slaps in- side with just me. we stay. private. secret retaining with one. remaining. "Got some dirt...
the way that we (started) the first night. he was in my bed. i blinked - a 3am stir. my discovery painted my immunity in fresh ink. snapped look connection. our recovery. a cool tail of summer brushing our skin, swimming in oceans, playing in gardens - uncertainty perishes. now. begins. what falseness presents, fate always pardons. rolling shoulders as a way to lighten up. my focus rose and set. on master manifestation. the way he heightens my...