Posts Tagged: ‘listening’

the reign of kindo

May 31, 2012 Posted by the writer

I’ve been gushing about The Reign of Kindo quite a bit lately. For example, here, here and here. So you can imagine my glee upon discovering that they were playing a FREE SHOW at Rockwood Music Hall last night.

Tim and I scampered downtown for dinner at nine. Amazing Mexican food with salty, frozen margaritas on a warm summer night.

Sigh.

Afterwards we shuffled over to the venue. The boys performed on Stage 2 located in a lovely, quite intimate space where we soared to the front and bopped to an incredible one hour performance.

Thank you Reign of Kindo for an amazing set! I’m still writing poetry to your songs. Please come back to New York City again soon.

 

portrait of daybreak’s echo

May 25, 2012 Posted by the writer

portrait of daybreak’s echo

Dawn murmurs physical benediction –
Blinking to focus on invitation.
Like my body’s a switch flicking to on;
Cacophonous chords braid classical songs.
One gaze shaded sunlight, sky, swamp and sap.
From my head to toes. From my neck to back.
Elemental beckoning. Hard and fast.
Soft. Balance. Time-keeping. Locked moment. Fact.
A permanent grip unable to snap.
Closed-pulled blinds. Light-filled room. Magnetic. Reach.
Sight of a man who is also a map –
Ocean eyes. Forest body. Warmth of beach.
Morning reminders of soul’s perfection.
Eliminate search, absorb reflection.

MARRIED

May 23, 2012 Posted by the writer

Namaste cult of blog

On April 20, 2012 Tim and I marched down to City Hall and agreed.

Yes!

That makes me Mrs. Gretchen. You heard correctly… wifed.

It’s been pretty low key in these parts recently for a few causes.  Coincidentally, the love of my life actually grew up in the same neighborhood as I did. While neither of us were born in this particular north-western Connecticut suburb of mystery, humans hunt for chatter.

Let me tell you.

Most of my time lately is spent glowing. Tim drew a picture of the coffee table he’s going to build for our Inwood abode earlier tonight while I cooked Thai green curry with fistfuls of cilantro and chunks of garlic… fresh lime and ginger root.

We’re still listening to The Reign of Kindo. Tim taught himself Soon it Shall Be on guitar and sang it for me when I arrived home after being out one day last week.

Yes… please.

 

one day you’re certain

May 15, 2012 Posted by the writer

Namaste cult of blog

In case you don’t notice… I have been obsessed with The Reign of Kindo for three days now. Two tracks in particular. Tim put me on. There on the right. He’s an amazing driver / photographer / etc and the pair of us attract a slew of questions lately.

and still they keep dancing on
just as though you don’t have a say.
and the choice of routine or song
isn’t better that way.
this what happens when
you realize you’re not in control.
some days you’ll bear the load
and others you won’t. (more…)

the wish of a curse

May 5, 2012 Posted by the writer

Namaste blog tribe

Once upon a time this was “published” in a land that no longer exists, in a galaxy far… far away.

Enjoy. One day it will be a book, and what not.

I love you.

The Wish of a Curse

I agree to be hypnotized. I believe going deeper might slow my tapping foot. My left foot is always the first thing to unfold. My face gives nothing away.

Tennessee says horrible things about me. She waits to hear the clang of my car door after work before she starts talking. She tells everyone in the office that I fucked the Marketing Director to get promoted. I hate my job.

Tennessee doesn’t know my problems. I hope she finds comfort in the lies she spreads. When I go home and cut myself, I don’t think about things like this.

Tennessee wears short skirts with frosted pink lipstick. She turns everything into an innuendo. She makes jokes with men that turn my stomach, because I know their filthy thoughts. And I want to tell her, but she’d never believe me.

No one ever believes me. (more…)

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