the world and words of a writer

gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

Category: writing (page 11 of 112)

hurricane draft

hurricane draft

when it started…
hearing his voice
(like sunlight on your face)
became… natural.
and his words
were… (wind in your hair)
Art.
to make you. pace.
blown away –
(mon trésor, mon amour)
cattails.
floating on the breeze.

safe bet

safe bet

i would never
tell
how he invited
he asked and begged
and i did… Continue reading

his birthday

Per Australia time, it’s my husband’s (“ex husband”) birthday today. Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s been a minute since I’ve written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: Continue reading

is no above

i turned. mySelf… i mean. US. i SCREAMED it
AND NO ONE listened or pretended to
plead. recognize what happens. piles of shit.
becoming sick from where you can’t see YOU.
i woke up and acted for the sake of
US. i crawled and scratched off sickness again.
i choked on concepts. ever. above.
sacks of skin begging for a sight of… than.
please bid me purpose. to say… i’ve been. touched.
if i escape time, that means. i killed. when…
wishes of sharing… it matters so… much.
being. born. to know where WE all came from.
where there’s no below. there IS no ABOVE!

Tender Calculation of Regret’s Discovery. Submit.

IMG_7207I wrote a submission-query this morning blog tribe. I always tell myself I’ll do more of these, but I never do. I don’t reckon I’ve even hit ten total – in life.

The one I wrote today was actually to someone who already knocked me back once before, four years ago. I can’t really blame him. My book wasn’t ready. And my letter was like, “Ummm, I have a blah-g and I live in Australia and I’m going to go to New York City, and I’m writing about it.”

Needless to say, he didn’t really care.

Four years later, my letter is like, “Since my last pitch, I went from being a married wife in country Queensland to a single, Wall Street executive in midtown Manhattan. Professionally, I was writing earnings commentary for the CEO of a global finance institution. I recently exceeded three million reads on my blog…”IMG_7501

… I left out the part out about how I’ve been squatting in a 200-year-old farmhouse upstate for the past few weeks.

All of this made me smile. And it made me think back to the few pieces I’ve actually put forward that have been knocked back. The one below was originally posted in 2010. It had literally been years since I picked it up until this morning. I’m just as proud of it now, regardless of whatstheirname not being interested.

Don’t ever let anyone else’s opinion of what you create sway you. It’s one person’s judgement, utterly insignificant. In my experience, artistic work always connects with the most critical audience – its creator. Anything beyond that is icing, I reckon.

THE TENDER CALCULATION OF REGRET’S DISCOVERY

Brisbane is roughly 25,652 kilometres from New York City, give or take a few. When I left Manhattan, my shrink told me that I was approximately 14.7 years away from killing myself. This gave me a life expectancy of roughly 38.5.

Over the past two years the accent I arrived with has finally softened. I know to say ‘Bris-bin’ instead of ‘Bris-bane’ and can even get away with the occasional ‘mate’. I have a unique appreciation for blending in, keeping a low profile. Continue reading

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