“taste it on the tips of my teeth”
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one more allen stone
I'm really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I've even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone's first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday. "So wait?" I told myself. "The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare - has only played like, one...
a month? damn.
Dear blog family It's been a month-ish since I checked in proper. Unbelievable things have occurred. Some wonderful, some suck. As someone who believes there's enough negativity in the world, I'd like to speak a minute on the wonderful things that happened over the past four weeks. I MOVED BACK TO HELL'S KITCHEN!! Correct. The Upper Whack Side was a mess waiting to happen. Sure, having a deck in Manhattan was cool... for five minutes. Silly...
post 1,001. everything changed.
Namaste blog tribe In the four and a half years that I have been chairing our interweb corner of cultville wordness - I never knew a happiness like what I've been hiding in for the past months. I'm never going to make the mistake of mentioning my partner too much, besides in the inky books I've been filling with love poetry. Some things are secret. Plus considering how I lost siblings over the last time I mentioned anyone I was involved with, I...
tick tock. move. shift.
Namaste lovers I'm moving. Again. It's my fourth move in the past 24 months. Naturally, we're staying in Manhattan, but I need to be closer to Central Park. So the new place is half a block from there. Also, with spring arriving at some stage, I decided the puppies needed an enormous deck - in the center guts of the city. Voila! Ever since I met someone interesting a few weeks back, I've been feeling more and more like myself. Poetry continues...