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...

magnetic incitement

magnetic incitement I became a magnet on 2nd Ave; I turned to attraction, drawn to his core. Becoming who you are, not what you have. Exceeding physical with pull and lure. I awoke the next day, drawn to the sky. My thoughts, soul and heart - a new direction. Grounded at last, a reborn style of flight. Perpetually stuck to this reflection. We fit like spirit with facts of science. Every thought magnetic, every heartbeat. Becoming vital with no...

French Stilletos

I’ve never made coffee in platform stilettos before. The French Connection pair I’m wearing are black velvet with pale pink bottoms. I stand close to six feet with them on. My legs are lean and long like the trunk of a young, growing tree. Oh, and speaking of French… There’s a French painter in my bed. Since I live in a studio apartment, in a midtown east luxury building - the bed isn’t too far from the kitchen, where I’m preparing...

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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