Lost

You took it for granted, didn’t you? Well, now it’s gone. Why won’t you move on? Get a new thing. Be different. Be still. Be silent. Go inside and don’t…

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We Dance

We dance the dance again tonight You with all those arms legs Wrestling with the beat Me a glowing wiggling worm My moves produce a stifling heat You thrust, then…

Note to self

Don’t even think about writing a poem about writing a poem. That’s just the type of thing you like to do, isn’t it? I know your type. And please don’t…

Confessions of an outsider

The prompt is confess. I often see myself as an outsider. At work, I am one of the writers, but I don’t have a degree in English, so I feel…

Twenty-five

When I was in grad school the first time (in the dance program at the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana), my friend Daphne and I formed a dance company. Daphne was…

Sunday Energy

I tend to sleep until noon on the weekends. That works out okay on Saturday, but on Sunday I have rehearsal with my dance troupe at 4:00. Because I stayed…

Writing 101: Serially Lost – Dancing Acumen

The assignment is to write about something you’ve lost and then make this part of a three-part series I was once an okay dancer, but I got into grad school…

From my phone

I’m attempting to blog from my iPhone. Because I need to write. I need to know that I have written. I’m in my car waiting for 6:30, when belly dance…