DRAMA QUEEN She isn’t “dramatic” She is struggling to be heard Pain and pleadings Desires and desperations Roll through her like a tidal wave on a river So much explosion, no where to explode . . . to Like water, expression seeks its own level Like water, need finds an out … Continue reading Drama Queen
My American Tribal Style dance troupe suffered a great loss even before the pandemic. My mother died in 2018. It took her 24 days to pass, in hospice. It was the most stressful and odd time in my life: waiting for someone to die, someone with whom so much had not been … Continue reading 1st Post-COVID Dance
Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot
Today I went for a long sanity walk around neighborhoods. I just needed to get out of my funk, with the intention to return home and get out of my FUNK (I hadn’t showered in three days 😳). I started up my street. About a block away from my house I saw half a tiny … Continue reading Sanity Walk
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