January 2012
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A monologue.
” I was trying not to be so goddamn confused anymore. And miserable. I wanted to stop being miserable all the time. I just decided it one day after this book fell into my lap when I skimmed the shelves in the thrift store. How to stop being miserable all the time, the title frivolously called. When I bought it I was a little less confused, a little less miserable. I even caught myself...
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There goes my progression...
Like a kid, hearts in laughter you’ll spin around, arms stretched afar, moving everything and everyone in reach. You’ll make it crash, you’ll make them hurt. You’ll break all you can, in a childs’ naivety and ignorance you crush me over and over. Bloodshed. So much Bloodshed.
And the Heart is weak, it’s numb with possibility. ‘Never fall in love with...
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...even in something so trivial...
“I’m not. I’m scared”, she whispered before her voice got clear again “Don’t you see, I can’t talk to you.”
His raising an eyebrow met her staring into space. She desperately tried to avoid all the questions in his large turquoise iris pinning her down.
“Why won’t you look at me?”
“I can’t. I never could.”
He...
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The Perfect Stranger - revisited
Bowery Club of Poetry.
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Art was my weapon, but now I'm defenseless...
Oh, you pig.
Oh, I’m the pig?!
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Art is my Weapon
Art is my Weapon
The Door in the Wall.
The Woods
Rue du Grand Large in New York.
Wesley.
Art disappearing.
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NY Impressions of the New Year. Two.
In Sleep. Ended 2011 with 62 Hauntings.
Always knew, always feared. Always knew you’d be leaving and disappear on me.
Creeps Night Out in Brooklyn.
Gotham- vandalized with your Absence.
“I couldn’t wait to let you go. Couldn’t wait to say goodbye” she lied, smiling. Always smiling.
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NY Impressions of the New Year.
“Some point in the past few weeks it stopped being the hopeful kind of sadness. The sadness that just takes time. And I’m left with something permanent now, some structure of emptiness and pretend that’s simply not going away.”
Happy New Years, in the dirt.
“She swung around. In her fairytale Home with her fairytale man. Never did anyone know that before she...
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December 2011
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A very writing-supportive Christmas...
Christmas present to myself. Crooked Notebook plus antique Feather pen.
Let the Therapy begin…
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I think that,… when I felt your hand holding on to my wrist, the keys around my neck clattering and twisting, my favorite thing to do was forget who you are to this superficial, insincere world.
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Those were the days, when he spooked Spring Street while I was hushing and rushing on Prince Street, never not startled when I turned the corner and someone that was not him stopped my moving in full speed. I couldn’t know, for I had never met him. But he was there, right where I was. He could have walked next to me and I would have never noticed…
My fingers ran over the distinctive...
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The Anatomy of your embrace
She knew that, when she got up that day, it wouldn’t be a good one. As soon as her eyes opened and she rushed to her leather jacket that had been carelessly dropped on the floor the night before, she knew, this would be one of those days. His perfume still lingered in the fine material of her jacket. Very faint, but it was there. The sweet scent he always left her with when they parted. It...
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Dear December 14th,...
New York City.
Dear New York. You feel good. Your air is crisp. You actually have the ability to make me smile and pretend for a while that it’s not an insincere smile. You’re not Los Angeles. But you’re New York. And I still feel like I am Home whenever I’m here.
Dear Rebecca. You’re the first and only person in this world I can be around 24/7 for days and days and...
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November 2011
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She could never come Home
Never coming Home. The words flipped over on her lips when she spoke them. Her eyes sad and glassy. The pitch of her voice tinged with questions in every syllable. “What’s there to live for when you can never come Home?” She hardly made it through the whole sentence. Nobody listened anyway. It was only her, her and her haunting memories “Home might be right around the...
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Violent Colors
October 2011
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