After my most recent break-up, matched with the whole "job... yeah, I'll need one of those... eventually..." I woke up a bit meh. I fired up my Instagram with my morning coffee to learn that I was tagged in a #screenshot game - which essentially means screenshot whatever your home screen is and post it. My screenshot, of course, is Fronkles and Peanut. The real magic in all of this, however, is while I'm sharing my picture with my Insta-mates,...
OMFG. Blog family, it's been a minute. An epic gap in the five year strong FollowMeToNYC crusade through my wordly world. I've been in the country, Halloween came and went, I've been quiet and internal and reflective and all of those things that take you over in the times of your life that will prove to be most critical. Essentially, shit's going done. There's something that's been on my mind since April and, unlike my happy trails of rant that...
I read quote this morning while scrolling my Twitter feed, sipping hot pumpkin coffee, getting ready to break into another wonderful autumn day of BOOK. "If you're not in New York, you're camping out." - Thomas E. Dewey. I couldn't agree with this more. Particularly in reference to America-land. Although I must say, the decade I spent living in Australia was a bit like camping out. And, minus the hideous husband creature spitting lies every day,...
Namaste international love tribe My job concluded last week. This all happened very hush-like, I don't like to make a big deal about certain things. Particularly not things in the land of survive. I had a wonderful Writer job that I outgrew, now I'm going on to the next one... That brings me back. Once upon a time, I fell in love, again. The last week has been very flavorful which is why I fell a bit quiet. The summary of all occurrences is as...
Quite often when I read my poetry it's like I'm having an out of body experience. I process the pieces, and I understand that I wrote them, but it takes me to a frame of life that I quite often haven't visited for a minute - particularly reading old work. My poetry is what keeps me sane. It's like my scripted world exactly as I sense it with no challenge or debate. I guess that's part of what makes it so different to me from my other writing....