Monthly Archives: July 2012

The last few days. @thecutl3rs

It is raining again in Vienna. I took a late afternoon shower, and yelled my song above both rains. Some places feel more like home if you yell, or read, or eat alone. I’ve never considered myself lucky. Not like … Continue reading

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On a Thursday

We could start at any moment now. I’ll try to make this quick. I’m coming home soon.

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Launch Party for @AEHowardwrites (and free stuff too)!!!

Check out this guest post from A.E. Howard, and make sure to comment on the post to be entered into the raffle at the bottom! “Sam!” Shadrach shouted. “No time! Get us to Belajar fast!” Kai looked around bewildered because … Continue reading

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And on the seventh day, God built me a castle.

It is raining on the sabbath, so I wake up slow as God intended. I’ve been reading East of Eden and Rilke’s New Poems, so that German and English can build a city together in me. I make promises less … Continue reading

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Unforget.

So much has changed. I watch for you when the moon rises, and look for your face in puddles. Maybe we should go back to Paris. Are you remembering the way the stairs creaked, or the color you painted the … Continue reading

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Daily Grind.

mp This morning before work in a glass panneled conference room over looking Vienna,  I went down stairs to 1 Hr Merket and bought a croissant folded over two halved slices of apricot.     This morning before work at … Continue reading

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Sun Sets in Vienna

I am as awake as you are.   These things are gonna kill me.     Behind the apartment where we have made our beds  and unpacked our suitcases,  there is a road that leads to a staircase.   The … Continue reading

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Open Letter to Adrian.

When we landed and commuted, and finally entered through the front door on cobblestone, into a courtyard lit from afternoon sun, flowers overflowing from terracotta pots on the stairs, I thought of you. When little Kathi walked toward us holding … Continue reading

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Leaving New York for somewhere else

On the AirTran to JFK, terminal 8, I am thinking about you. The scenery changes from Federal Circle to Terminal 1. The closer I get to the water, the easier it is to breathe. What happens if I don’t figure … Continue reading

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