Alright. As our cult collective is more than aware, Gretchen Cello copped a bit of a beating upon NYC arrival. Nothing a bit of clinical psychology hasn't sorted out... Love to all of the concerned members of our cozy corner at FollowMeToNYC. Over the past three months the love and support I've received from everyone during my, "Wait, are you kidding me?" period has been invaluable. As our faithful audience has noticed, I stripped our local...
Dear Blog Family Over the past three days we've smashed records here in the world of gretchen cello. Welcome new cult members. Today's post is dedicated to Tanya Stephens for showing me the light at the end of the tunnel. Yuh nuh ready fi dis yet. Bwoy. Oi Mr Mention Ask Yuhself this question Unno say unno a don man An a unno run the program, the program But... Have yuh ever stop to think wha mek a gal cheat Have yuh ever asked her if she like...
Today looked at bit like this: It sounded like this: And it felt like this: secular passage he and i danced in the desert. barefoot. stomping together far before. more than lifetimes can capture; the number of times you try to keep up. she entered. consumed. she became. becoming. dropped shoulder declaration. swallowing keys. on strings. favoring false. moth to fire. buried beyond neck. and while a reach might not extend. i am holding him and...
Grounded. Better. Breathing. Writing. Wanting to make love with my new apartment (details to come). Finally realized. Some things aren't good enough. "You think I would crash into a million pieces of shattered glass? Did you think I would cry myself to sleep?"