T H E - U N T A M E D - F O X
You are responsible forever for that which you tame.
Gabby Fox
- Location
- New York, New York, U.S.A.
- Birthday
- November 26
- Bio
- this is not who I meant to be;
this is not how I meant to feel.
MY RECENT POSTS
- new digs, new dos
May 18, 2012 10:49AM - in which our heroine
May 15, 2012 12:56PM - state of the union
January 31, 2012 08:51AM - sketch
September 09, 2011 03:38PM - the twenty seven year old
second start
September 05, 2011 09:40PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “letter perfect.
unfortunately.”
August 01, 2011 04:21AM - “oh. candace. please let
him read it.”
July 30, 2011 06:48AM - “tearjerker! beautiful
piece. (from the girl who
cries at dog
movies).”
July 20, 2011 05:16AM - “so very true. the sour
patch moment, as I will now
call it...
soon there won't
be…”
July 19, 2011 06:29PM - “oh, candace. tell me we
are related somehow.”
July 03, 2011 11:50AM
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MAY 15, 2012 12:56PM
in which our heroine
JANUARY 31, 2012 8:51AM
state of the union
(sparing you the
minutia of the MFA, which has consumed my life, my time, and most
my words...)
I’m moving in with Jack.
At least until the summer. And then… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 9, 2011 3:38PM
sketch
“I can take the next customer at this register.†Refrain of the dully indifferent check-out girl, in faded apron and overtight jeans, her muffin top unmasked. The lives of seven shoppers… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 5, 2011 9:40PM
the twenty seven year old second start
And so it begins.
A year ago last week, I moved to Florida. I wore the amulet of Job around my neck, was visited by plagues of locusts first, then boils. I'd just seen my entire adult life thrown into cardboard boxes, fumigated, stored. I rolled one suitcase deep./… Read full post »
A year ago last week, I moved to Florida. I wore the amulet of Job around my neck, was visited by plagues of locusts first, then boils. I'd just seen my entire adult life thrown into cardboard boxes, fumigated, stored. I rolled one suitcase deep./… Read full post »
AUGUST 28, 2011 12:16PM
hurricane irene: sunday afternoon.
Woke up to sirens and howling
winds at five am. We never lost power, but everyone else did, and
it sounded like the end of days. No tornadoes, no witches, no
flying trees.
By noon, we've seen the worst of it. The city reels and recovers. New Yorkers, we are/… Read full post »
By noon, we've seen the worst of it. The city reels and recovers. New Yorkers, we are/… Read full post »
AUGUST 27, 2011 9:31PM
hurricane irene: saturday evening
Four girls, two tiny dogs, tuna melts, TBS, and two bottles of
Malbec.
It has started to wind and started to rain.
It has started to wind and started to rain.
AUGUST 26, 2011 11:34PM
hurricane irene: friday night.
Jesus is coming.
This is the refrain as I walk up Broadway, towing a rolly-suitcase which I cannot lift up or down the subway stairs, on my way to Washington Heights to weather the weather. The storm won't come for hours yet, days even, and yet the natives rip the/… Read full post »
This is the refrain as I walk up Broadway, towing a rolly-suitcase which I cannot lift up or down the subway stairs, on my way to Washington Heights to weather the weather. The storm won't come for hours yet, days even, and yet the natives rip the/… Read full post »
I would forfeit any single smell in NYC for one whiff of peat fire on a misty afternoon. I miss there and him so much my limbs are aching for them both, though that could be from jet lag and the flight. Hard to believe I started this/…
AUGUST 5, 2011 8:10AM
I am a jelly doughnut
Live however you like; Berlin
just doesn't care. I've seen rain fall from a clear blue sky. Real
rain, too, long teapot pours of it, like streamers, or very narrow
waterfalls.
I don't dry my hair here, or care what clothes I'm wearing. I spend most of the morning writing, the afternoons/… Read full post »
I don't dry my hair here, or care what clothes I'm wearing. I spend most of the morning writing, the afternoons/… Read full post »
JULY 30, 2011 6:43AM
on frailty and fidelity
I have the sort of boyfriend who
can carry me seated upright on his shoulders. The kind who sweeps
me down whole flights of stairs. He is a lifter of heavy things, a
manager of impossibly numerous grocery bags.
He is smarter than a whip crack on a winter morning. He looks/… Read full post »
He is smarter than a whip crack on a winter morning. He looks/… Read full post »
JULY 23, 2011 7:44AM
berlin, je t'aime, reason 3
This morning I went to the
Supermarkt, nightie tucked into my ripped-up jeans, wearing Jack's
flip flops and a sweater. And no one cared. Also, I somehow managed
to end up with blue-dyed soap inside my shoes last night. As we
walked in the rain, suds squished up from in between… Read full post »
JULY 22, 2011 6:39AM
guten morgen, glücklich morgen
Berlin, so far, is one
white-walled, stark and lovely flat. A mattress on the hardwood
floor, a desk, two chairs, a terrace looking down into the
courtyard. One giant maple tree stands guard, tall enough to stand
above the rooftops of our six story apartment Haus.
It is drizzling, and has been/… Read full post »
It is drizzling, and has been/… Read full post »
JULY 21, 2011 1:11AM
en transit
I couldn't sleep last night to
save my life. The big, sweeping vents kept me awake with their
rattling and their teasing of the leaves. Then the moonlight
through the window was too bright. Then my stomach churned. But
really I was dreaming about Jack.
Or, rather, that I was on a/… Read full post »
Or, rather, that I was on a/… Read full post »
I'm afraid I don't belong
anywhere.
I grew up all over, and it was great. When asked on applications to state my hometown, I usually write "miscellaneous." I'm a child of the open road, and I relish it. I can do great things from a single suitcase. I have done.
Passport and clean/… Read full post »
I grew up all over, and it was great. When asked on applications to state my hometown, I usually write "miscellaneous." I'm a child of the open road, and I relish it. I can do great things from a single suitcase. I have done.
Passport and clean/… Read full post »
JULY 17, 2011 6:40PM
disconvention (for the record)
Peter Pan is in love.
To normal people, this means we no longer need each other. He goes one way with his Grace Kelly Barbie doll bride, and I go mine, into the arms of Jack—until that, too, blows up in my face. But to us, there is no option. He is/… Read full post »
To normal people, this means we no longer need each other. He goes one way with his Grace Kelly Barbie doll bride, and I go mine, into the arms of Jack—until that, too, blows up in my face. But to us, there is no option. He is/… Read full post »
I am a girl who doesn't often
paint her toenails. A girl who has never dyed her hair.
I don't wax my snatch or follow the rules. I dress like a school marm or a fisherman's wife.
I've never belonged among girls my own age. And never is this fact more evident than/… Read full post »
I don't wax my snatch or follow the rules. I dress like a school marm or a fisherman's wife.
I've never belonged among girls my own age. And never is this fact more evident than/… Read full post »
JULY 13, 2011 9:05AM
nigh
I woke up this morning, and my
heart was racing.
All these somethings we anticipate will eventually come bearing down upon us in the form of something so simple as an early evening flight to France. The paper days peel off the calendar and float away. We look forward, forward, forward to/… Read full post »
All these somethings we anticipate will eventually come bearing down upon us in the form of something so simple as an early evening flight to France. The paper days peel off the calendar and float away. We look forward, forward, forward to/… Read full post »
JULY 11, 2011 12:12AM
observations
In winter, we heat our homes to
summer unbearable temperatures. In summer, we cool them; we
refrigerate ourselves.
Girls with curls want straight hair—and girls with straight want waves.
I complained about this city until I tried to move away.
In busy times, we pray for stillness, but when we get ther/… Read full post »
Girls with curls want straight hair—and girls with straight want waves.
I complained about this city until I tried to move away.
In busy times, we pray for stillness, but when we get ther/… Read full post »
JULY 4, 2011 3:53PM
on lowered expectations
Today we celebrate the birthday
of a good idea, a country founded on our best intentions. With one
glance at the newspaper, we see how far we've
sunk—but then again, how far we've come. Perhaps
the sinking isn't sinister, just a byproduct of good cop/bad cop
Time. In growing up, we're… Read full post »
JULY 2, 2011 1:31AM
and a little rain never hurt no one
Today is July, and July is
Jack.
July is also a reprise of the disc despair (off to a fragile and rather rocky start), involving cancellation of tango practice sessions and trying not to cry. Because, this weekend, at least, is not about me.
This afternoon, at the City Clerk Marriage Bureau, Scott/… Read full post »
July is also a reprise of the disc despair (off to a fragile and rather rocky start), involving cancellation of tango practice sessions and trying not to cry. Because, this weekend, at least, is not about me.
This afternoon, at the City Clerk Marriage Bureau, Scott/… Read full post »
When I met Jack, he was just a glint-eyed
wallflower. Rimless glasses, witty banter, brogue. I leaned up
beside him—against milonga
walls—and clasped my hands behind my back, as if
concealing purloined fruit, eyes wide and wistful, making as
confident a conversation as I could. We danced, but it… Read full post »
JUNE 9, 2011 2:32AM
please do not disturb or change these sheets
I love hotels. Of every size and
star. For, in them, the act of transit stops. You leave the world.
Your life becomes a key card and four walls. You are neither
staying, nor going (although, obviously, both). Time is put on
temporary hold and, despite its inexorable heavy-booted march,
will… Read full post »
MAY 21, 2011 12:54AM
le fin du monde
Say what you will about this
tortuous road we call the twenty-tens, there's an awful lot of life
out there to love.
Examples:
Jack sits across from me in a bright red shirt that reads: Give Blood (You Selfish Bastard). The world may end tomorrow, but he and I—at least—will not be among/… Read full post »
Examples:
Jack sits across from me in a bright red shirt that reads: Give Blood (You Selfish Bastard). The world may end tomorrow, but he and I—at least—will not be among/… Read full post »
MAY 8, 2011 12:12AM
when one runs out of roses
In other news, I danced last night. And woke this morning to glutes abloom with muscle knots. Not to mention one sore-ass sacrum.
Worth it for the first four tandas with Jack in twice as many weeks, and for the way he said, "I don't need to dance/… Read full post »
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