#Poesia -Gymnopédie

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GYMNOPÉDIE

I feel you in the keys of
Debussy’s Gymnopédie

every movement
captures an aspect
of you I hold dear

your quiet
your smile
your kiss

I listen to it
in the still of night
those moments
I allow myself
to succumb
and miss you
desperately

and although we
are so very apart
it is as if
you are there
beside me
loving me
in each chord
each note
reminiscent
of your touch

I feel you in the keys of
Debussy’s Gymnopédie

I feel you in the keys

I feel you


The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#WordsInMotion – BEAUTIFUL GIRL

A couple of weeks ago I got lost in some of Frida Kahlo’s words on love and lovers – they are glorious and if you have a chance to explore her poetry, I cannot recommend it more – and was inspired to put down a few of my own. They came pouring out of me onto the page into my poem BEAUTIFUL GIRL and I read it the other night at Bowery Poetry Club‘s open mic night hosted by Nikhil Melnechuk.

I’m still hardly any sort of spoken word princess, but this is definitely an improvement since I first hit their stage a couple of months ago.

I posted it to my YouTube channel (which I didn’t even know I had one, but evidently I do) in its entirety, but it’s also below, so check it out – hope you like.

YOU DESERVE!
YOU DESERVE!
YOU DESERVE!

Honestly, just bring me some Bukowski and I’ll kinda be yours.

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#Poesia – DO YOU EVER…

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DO YOU EVER…

As you drag your fingers
along my skin
do you ever stop and consider
my reality versus yours
do you ponder your white privilege
in the face of all of this
endless nonsensical when-will-it-stop murder
of young black men going about the business
of being young black men
do you wonder what I tell my son
as he and I watch footage
that might be too painful for viewing
but is so necessary for me to teach
and him to learn if either of us expect
him to navigate and survive
this mine field we call
the United States of America
home of the free
so long as your skin is the right color
do you ever consider the fact
I must answer my 8 year old
brown-skinned boy when he asks
why the police are always
jumping on brown people and
yelling so loud and acting so mad
do you even have an answer to that
because I don’t
As you drag your fingers
along my skin
do you ever stop and consider
my reality versus yours
my anger versus yours
my sadness versus yours
my son versus yours
because I do
everyday


The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#WednesdayFreeWrite: BROADWAY/LAFAYETTE

BROADWAY/LAFAYETTE

NYC spring 1993
senior year of college
so close to escaping
those iron gates
of Barnard
and head downtown
with my bad self
my friends
and the boyfriend

Running around the city
carefree and wild
as one can only do
while in college
that most perfect moment
of responsibility
yes, I have a high GPA
and none whatsoever
yes, mom and dad are
footing the bill

Late late night
super late night
after loads of dancing
friends
music
liquor
and that goddamned
hot-as-fuck
Broadway/Lafayette subway station
with the train
that just wasn’t coming
ever

Grumpy old folks
bumping up against
drunk college kids [us] against
power-dining suits against
edgy artist-types
skateboard boys
ditzy bachelorettes
drug dealers
homeless folks
police officers
bow-tied professors
gorgeous fashionistas
hip-hop heads

Irritated
tired
sweaty
pissed off
humanity
NYC humanity
don’t fuck around humanity
where is the
goddamned train humanity
it’s hot as hell
down here humanity
I’m ‘bout to
do some things humanity
the MTA is on
some bullshit humanity
does anyone realize
how late it is humanity
WHERE IS THE
GODDAMNED TRAIN humanity

And just when everything
seemed on the verge
of being some real
verge shit
something ugly and uncontained
a little wild and
definitely unrestrained
it happened
loud and clear and unmistakable
in its announcement
its arrival
its oh yeah, we are so doing this
right here
right now
its New York City
is the motherfucking coolest
its we are rap and
funk and hip hop

Those opening bars
of Naughty by Nature’s
Hip Hop Hooray
if you’ve ever heard the song
[and if you haven’t
go
now
do it]
you know exactly
the sound I’m talking about
that distinctive
unforgettable
flute-like
something or other
I don’t know what that sound is
but I know it’s leading into
a banging ass song

That sound played out
loud and clear
like Naughty by Nature’s
own calling card
in that hot ass
smelly
pissed off
subway station
at the intersection of
Broadway and Lafayette
at god knows
what hour
and everything
and I mean everything
stopped
and listened

And then it really happened

That magical
badass song
took over that
train station
and before
anyone of us knew
what was happening
the entire subterranean space
was moving and
grooving to those beats
and both the
uptown and downtown
sides of the tracks
were swaying
brown folks
black folks
white folks
every damn motherfucker
in motion
hands in the air
like we just didn’t care
forgetting about
that never-coming train
lost for a few minutes
in our competing
chants of
“hip hop hooray
ho! hey! ho!”

I don’t remember when
that train came
but hot damn
if I’ll ever forget
that night and
that song and
my lovely
dirty
gorgeous
disgusting
I don’t give a fuck
New York City


My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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