live living room on moving

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 Part of the reason I've been a tad silent and withdrawn for two-weekish is the impact of finding out that the dude of the week that I dated for five minutes was actually the dude cheating on his girlfriend of the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...

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

greeting goodbye for a fake hello Reaching the point where I am. Out. I’m out. Unlike your ex, I won’t call for your couch. I am not a species designed to shout. 36 years and I’ve never once slouched. Don’t think I’m sad. Or even. Hurt. Walking In shadows; all that I had. Do you think If I felt, I would continue talking ? Don’t have to close two eyes. Only one. Wink. Your memory failed us. Waving white flag. You induce numb while I...

layin low

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...

breakfast

breakfast he tastes like vodka and cigarettes and morning. with the softest secrets between our balanced exchange of ask and command, today begins - setting another scene. i watched him sleep and listened to him breathe, flickering eyes, speaking whispers in dreams. the moment you find your way to believe. hold faith in your heart and know what it means. there were rain clouds where the sun should have been, a cobalt grey sky and cool autumn...

taste of fall

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...
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