Dear dancer, Today is a gift. Dancing together in silent conversation for many hours. Exchanging careful witnessing and play. Poetic undertakings. Playful investigations of improvisation. Scientists of the soul. We are here to dance, discover, uncover and love. Arriving as a raw self, ready to be painted and flavored by a curious context. I am … Continue reading Silent Conversations
Category: The Art of Crafting
The Compost Heap
A strange and unusual friend A place to bury my ex-husband Respite for my deepest sins and playful banter You asked for inspiration Well, this is my answer The dark woes of a self-inflicted Broken heart Must be released Before they turn to cancer The red rubies I clutch Between my thighs Remind me every … Continue reading The Compost Heap
Create
Let yourself create And see what happens The masses can always wait Slip through the back door Return to your park bench That familiar corner On your kitchen floor Lest the loud-mouthed thought is brazen Works of fine art become your haven Let yourself create And be created Time will never wait but always Leaves … Continue reading Create
...because if I stop writing, I may cease to exist.
Sticky
Volumes upon volumes Can you count all the leaves in the trees? I sit at a wobbly rotting desk Scribble illegible letters into blank space The poor pen purges dreadful delight Need to get it down before it’s Lost forever Lost for better Lost for words Beg the black ink to stir answers To impossible, … Continue reading Sticky
To tell a story with dance…
How do we tell stories through the way we move? Can we? Should we? Do we, inevitably? If we are improvising, then we are always simultaneously crafting and telling a story in the present moment The author The observer The narrator What is the story that I’m trying to tell? Am I choosing to tell … Continue reading To tell a story with dance…
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