Classic NYC Story

Words of a poet… Soul of a musician…

Friday, Jan/27/2012 11:32am

Poetry Corner Friday: I love you in ridiculous ways…

i love you because i don’t have enough energy for apathy.
i love you because i’m a little bit drunk and you laugh so pretty . . .

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Thursday, Jan/26/2012 8:37pm

On being a grown up

Something in the cosmos must have told me that it was a new year as I sat scribbling away at my list of things to do, and strangely that feeling hasn’t gone away yet. Okay, fine, it’s only been four days since then, but still.

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Wednesday, Jan/25/2012 8:16pm

On a worrisome thing

I didn’t look at him while I sang, even though I’m pretty sure I was singing to him… or about him. I looked at a random stranger. I didn’t look at my husband either, though he was in the room. My husband is definitely not the “worrisome thing” the song was referencing.

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Monday, Jan/23/2012 11:59pm

Music Monday: What You Won’t Do For Love

In my world only you make me do for love what I wouldn’t do…

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Friday, Jan/20/2012 12:43pm

Poetry Corner Friday: Fruit Stand

Is it strange
that I am enamoured
of a fruit stand? [...]

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Wednesday, Jan/18/2012 3:04pm

On schadenfreude

New Yorkers are like that. We are not intrinsically cheery people. We are all angry, and jaded, and suspicious. Even when we are smiling, we’re secretly waiting for something to go wrong. We revel in our schadenfreude, even when we are the butt of our own jokes. We delight even in our own misfortune, and do not tolerate kindly the fortune of others, unless it’s twisted or short lived. Nobody wants to be around two people who are in love. I would be more popular if I were defiantly trash-talking an ex lover while proclaiming that I didn’t need anybody. Two people in love will quickly be directed to “get a room!”

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Monday, Jan/16/2012 8:02am

Music Monday: We Found Love

It was some months later that he insisted to me (as he continues to insist) that I saved his life. I contend that I am too much of a crazy myself to have saved anybody’s life, but the sentiment is sweet.

And furthermore, whether the place was hopeless or not, we certainly found love:

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Saturday, Jan/14/2012 6:04pm

On the end of a phone conversation

Him: No, really. No woman has ever told me to put on a scarf because it’s chilly and I’m fighting a cold.
Me: Have you ever gotten sick while living with a girlfriend in a place that got this cold in the winter?
Him: That’s not the point.

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Friday, Jan/13/2012 6:14pm

On a princess

She told me about how she would leave home for several days on end when she was a teenager and spend nights in Central Park. I told her that I grew up in Laurelton, Queens and went to school on the Upper East Side.

And then I realized that I’m a New York City princess.

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Saturday, Jan/07/2012 1:46pm

On key chains and bitch face

She promised to bring neither a dish nor a bottle, as we had requested, but a gift. Something pretty but completely useless, as is usually appropriate for a wedding gathering. I told her that we would have more use for food, but she adamantly refused to either cook or spend money on alcohol.

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