how it starts

I bumped my head the night we met and never saw things the same way again. The second day I saw him, we walked down a boardwalk along a salt-scented Brooklyn coastline. He wore sweatpants and a baseball hat and we talked about him being first generation and me having left for a decade. We comment on the different shades of green blossoms in each other’s eyes. He kisses me at Cony Island, on the subway and all other kinds of pubic places. “I...

for real for real

Namaste blog tribe Happy Friday all! I think I fell in love again this week. Since being out of a ten year marriage over five years now, I realize I fall in love a lot. I had a conversation with Rijn about this during her visit, we agreed it's the Poet in me. Poets are always falling in love, when else can you really write poetry? I don't think it's hard to fall in love, it's maintaining it that's the trick. To do that, it has to be a perfectly...

your girl

Namaste blog tribe She won... of course she won... It feels like yesterday that I was stomping the streets of Berlin with one of my favorite people in the world, the one and only - Ms. Rijn Collins. Whether we're having French food cocktail nights in the western suburbs of Melbourne or clinking celebratory cocktails at the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue, as we did yesterday, there are no words to encompass my love for this woman. So, as you can...

transport delivery

Transport Delivery “Thanks for not having sex with me.” There’s nothing quite like a 27 year old lover scorned. We started sleeping together when he was 24. I ended it recently for someone who is 52 and speaks French. Someone who appreciates shoes, smells like tangerines and tastes like vanilla. Certain things are worth the sacrifice. I’m on the corner of 44th Street and 3rd Avenue at 8 in the morning, when midtown is just as hopping as...

And then I fell in love

Namaste blog tribe I've been fucking with this blah-g for six and a half years now. That's a hot minute. When I started it, I was at the end of a nine year marriage what was one of the saddest, most neglectful relationships I've ever endured. Then I left Australia after about a decade, and came back to a city I had to escape from a very long time ago for reasons outside of these parts.  And she saved me, Manhattan picked me up, brushed me off...
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