July 11, 2020 – post
I was missing home while living in Northern Arizona. Fifteen years there and I still didn’t feel home – the closest I came was solitude and loneliness in the forest. And yet, home is where I connect, create, invent, and play. I never quite found it.
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solitude and loneliness in the walks / in the rides / in the forest. Been feeling nostalgia and homesickness for NYC – the blocks, the buildings, the languid rush of contagious creativity, conversation, music, art, human diversity, cafes, coffee. Sidewalks. The search for the tiniest beauty, beauty in decay, in small kindnesses, community, neighborhood, ideas, ideas, ideas, the corners, Korean green grocer produce stand, hello, hi there, a wave, a smile, epic errand adventure, nice to see you, see you on Thursday, poetry project, gotta write that down, just saw Patti Smith on Ave B – she smiled – we smiled, I feel blessed, remember Allen Ginsberg St Mark’s Church, Good to see you, yeah yeah yeah, gotta write that down, gotta go, workin’ on a song, see you Thursday – maybe before, maybe we’ll do sushi, too. Takahachi?
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July 11, 2022
Elizaville, New Yok
Elizaville, New Yok