The episodic heart. The running dialogues in my mind, their words . . . they change. They vary from pain to understanding to my own admittance of fault. That evening A stated, “love and drama go hand in hand.” I know the guest was a female. My intuition says she arrived, and most likely arrives… [Read more…]
June 9, 2010
The story. 10pm 6/1/10 The buzzer rings unexpectedly. We had just arrived home. The doorman’s voice through the intercom echoes, “You have a guest here.” A replied hurriedly, “I’ll come down.” As I unbuttoned my dress, laying the night to bed, I questioned who had arrived. I thought a dealer as A does have an… [Read more…]
June 4, 2010
I haven’t written much and so here is the backgound to my next post. My life now a vast departure from the days of sand between my toes and wind flying through my hair as I rode my horse through untouched Puerto Rico. My surroundings now are touched, built up, the concrete schoolyard of New… [Read more…]
February 23, 2010
36 red roses sit in front of me, bought by me, for A’s place. I am staying with him in New York and although, we met six months ago, I still await passion, vulnerability and nuances of emotions being splayed. I am, however, still drawn. Still happy being in his presence. Drawn to his bed,… [Read more…]
February 16, 2010
I transition back to New York, I open doors and prove my value, perhaps, just to say goodbye with a I don’t need you, you need me. Time will tell. This is my professional life at the moment. My love life is becoming but a joke. A client asked me yesterday, I am sure you… [Read more…]
November 23, 2009
My breath cannot breathe. Suffocated by the inertia that surrounds me, the lies I have learned. A fog envelops me this morning, the bed beckons me. But it offers no true refuge, an escape escapes me. I reach, I reach deep into my heart. And I plead, I plead for my inner will. I search… [Read more…]
September 11, 2009
Everything Matters . . and everything comes at once. “It’s the image of a kid . . . a boy let’s say, sitting on the curb, looking around, slightly confused, not sure where he is or even quite who he is. And then an image of a girl, who notices him and stops. She reaches… [Read more…]
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