Posts Tagged: ‘love’

when who is watching

July 2, 2016 Posted by the writer

Namaste blah-g family

I’ve been back in the U.S.A for a hot second. Tahiti was beyond relaxing. I split my time between sun bathing, champagne sipping and speaking to the most beautiful man I have encountered – in various languages.

When I returned to my Manhattan abode, I deleted another round of social media profiles. It felt good, outside of this circle… I don’t really feel like talking to anyone.

Besides him, of course… (more…)

estate ascensione

June 30, 2016 Posted by the writer

estate ascensione

mi ha baciata
nel mezzo
della notte.
ho lampeggiato. aprire.
5 del mattino. all’alba. (more…)

italy, marriage and me

June 22, 2016 Posted by the writer

Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there’s certainly some truth to it.

Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor – a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say “Meet Gretchen, she’s hard and fast.” (more…)

low key love though

June 21, 2016 Posted by the writer

Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago…

Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don’t even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it – but it’s a new shade of sacred to me.

Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won’t talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me Chopin songs. I’m not sure what I could possibly follow that up with… (more…)

assure allegiance

June 20, 2016 Posted by the writer

assure allegiance

when he touched me. i awoke. and my eyes
discovered ways to widen and expand.
it was like i suddenly became more
stretched. i could be. pulled in more
directions. a north south east west
way of expressing how i reach
for him. cut arms. strong thighs. his body
wraps me in limbs and whispers. that i
should never doubt; my only truth.
the one way anyone. broke. through…
i opened. to him. wide arms, spread
legs moving forward in a direction
to be in contact with what i only believed.
and while he whispered, we swore
that nothing would ever split between
us again. he… and i… always. promised.

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