Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I've seen (and written about) a lot going down. I've also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they've been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place. That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me,...
guardia di attraversamento abbiamo detto tutti quella due di noi incontrato sulla 5th Avenue in New York città. non l'ha fatto. mai - no. siamo stati... entrambi dicendo. bugie dall'inizio: always together... quando ha lasciato proprio quando Rimasi sola... al centro. crossing guard we told everyone that the two of us met on 5th avenue in new york city. he did not. ever - no. we were… both telling. lies from the start: sempre insieme… when...
seraphic tumbling The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue. I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. (Blue like the sky, not bark and sap - like you…) Beyond false touch or falsity of sound; This is me. Closed. You once k(n)ew me - unwound. My strings now tightened to an unknown tone. (For you to explore? While my wrists were bound?) Playing my song in the moonlight - alone. Cowards watch screens while the brave ones hit streets. I...
I'm snapping out of it blog tribe. As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away - I don't really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn't have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it's possible I might be classified a recluse. Not that I'm misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn't fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn't live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it's just that since my divorce -...
I think my abrupt honesty with regard to my emotional state can be startling to some people. I know I said that I wasn't going to talk about him anymore, I'm not. I'm talking about me... I'm still not good. Saying that I'm worse than I have ever felt isn't really stretching it. According to my best friend, one time I was worse. When you're 38, and rely on no one the way that I do - after awhile, you start to forget what it's like to need...