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I think a bunny would do me good..

I moved to New York and had to leave my beautiful kitten-daughter Raveonette behind with my parents. I miss her very much, but she loves being outside more than she loves me, I’m pretty sure. I know it would make her miserable to stay in my NYC apartment all the time, and never go outside, maybe the occasional walk around pavement leashed to me, but that just doesn’t seem right… So I had to do what any caring mother would do, think of what’s best for my child, not necessarily what makes me the happiest.. I decided she’d be  better off staying in Tuscaloosa, no one should have to be raised in the city. In Tuscaloosa, Alabama she has the freedom to roam the great outdoors, and the comfort of coming inside and snuggling with her grandparents (my parents) whenever she wants to… I am not trying to replace her, but I have come to the conclusion that I must have some sort of fluffy love within reach.. A floppy eared bunny might just do the trick…

I’m in love with illusions
So saw me in half
I’m in love with tricks
So pull another rabbit out of your hat.

…and maybe I’ll wear bunny ears too..


Capturing Moods

I don’t mind braving the coldest winter of our time. I don’t mind racing through our goodbyes.. This is your last line of defense. You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah..

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New York Minute

As many of you know, and many of you don’t know, I recently decided to take a plunge and relocate to New York. I did what I typically do, I listened to some of my favorite music, looked at the stars, and took their advice..

..planning’s for the poor, so let’s pretend to be rich..

Moving to a big, unfamiliar city is pretty overwhelming at times. It’s most definitely a humbling experience. Trying to navigate above and below ground is sometimes daunting and scary. It reminds you of your tiny size and place in the world, and the ever-present rat race which we are all running in, whether we like to admit it to ourselves or not.

In my opinion, moving somewhere totally out of ones comfort zone is one of the best ways to grow, evolve, and find ones true inner self.

Sometimes I feel like I’m just standing still on a sidewalk, as thousands of people rush by me, and I wonder where are they going, who are they talking to, what are they thinking about, what are they listening to, who’s beating their drum, what makes them cry or laugh or lie or realize?

My best advice to anyone and everyone is this: take the plunge, it’s worth the risk. Who will you be if you never even try? Where will you go if you never even leave? What’s the point of life if you never ask questions?

Yes, sometimes I’m scared, uncomfortable, and lonely.. Sometimes I get homesick, sometimes I sing the blues, but nothing is more exciting than knowing I’ll never look back and wonder, what if?



Does NYC have fireflies?

Can I kiss you in the rain?

If I get their tomorrow,

I didn’t realize

It’d already been

Four months.

How have you been?

Where have I been?

In New York City

Is it beautiful?

Is she beautiful?

Metallic Steam

I’m in a hurry

Mazes buried underground

Moving at a much quicker pace

Than my bare feet.

It’s crowded in here

But you told me not to go


I can’t stay

You know I always leave


Up in New York City

You’re getting skinny and wearing all


Capturing moments of the

Fabulous fortunes.

Pretending to be rich

Pretending to be poor

Assisting elaborately lit images of


The man with the magic light box,

Carrying the women’s faces around

his neck.

Dirty and Heavy

A worn-out nylon ribbon suspends

The illusion

Of  you

And me

And New York City.

-Anastasia Frangoulis