I’m back in town.
The plan was to hide in sticks-ville for my entire out-of-office time… alas, things are always beckoning me back to my favorite girlfriend of Manhattan.
I reckon I’ll stick around two weeks, then dip back out. The trees and sunshine are suiting me.
Also, my heart is bandaged after being diced. Repair isn’t the right term. Some things don’t exactly heal, getting better is a start.
In usual form, I wrote a poem about it. I promise I’m not usually so predictable… only when it comes to heartbreak and poetry.
state. we spoke —
i mean he
said things to(o)
my heart. that
you would never
when we combined
a new expression.
i never sang before
exhaling our whisper
and blowing out —
prior pictures of
Namaste loyal readers & cult affiliates
I’ve been in the sticks for a lush three days. I’m staying indefinitely through mid-Septemberish. I’m certain a city sway will occur sporadically, New York City is irresistible on any day – summer is entirely something else.
A friend of mine smiled at me a couple of weeks ago and said, “I’m glad you’re from the country.” Continue reading
My return to blahg-ville has been hushed. Most of my time is spent with my latest book, so I haven’t been much in the zone of blah-g.
I’ve also been spending a lot of time with new people who have recently appeared in my life. The way that life goes in waves and peaks is certainly something that never stops, until we eventually kick it and float into the next realm. Continue reading
Sunday was Pride in New York City. We danced down streets and drank pitchers of margaritas on hotel rooftops, surrounded by rainbows and love.
I’m settling into my new situation of working remotely. Considering my office is a ten minute walk from my writing desk at home, and it’s in one of the most beautiful buildings in town – with a lovely set of fellow Writers; I don’t particularly mind attending.
That said, I like having my own schedule. Sometimes I’m not popping 9 to 5, usually I’m at my brightest around 6am. It will be nice to take a break of working in unideal timeframe. Continue reading
I spent last night sipping icy vodkas on a midtown rooftop with a viking. There were five of us all up, representing four continents.
I’ve already started the story… That said, my bloody writing section of this page is still a disaster from when I had a tanty and tore it down. Continue reading