It's interesting to observe the unconscious mind, to see where a random suggestion or starting point can take you once the words start to flow.
Two legs and a bum
Bonsai poem
The prompt for this poem was to begin writing using the words, "I am but..."
#beautiful
A weird little vignette practicing voice, scene, and dialogue...
Dyscalculia
The only way to know you're different is to live among other people for long enough...
Encountering a mural in memory of D’Andre Campbell
Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
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Sometimes, when a writing prompt hangs me up, I turn to word definitions, as I did with this preposition...
“I”
In the process of researching a book, I've become fascinated by the pronoun "I"...
Castings
The line between authenticity and donning a mask is a fine one indeed...
Proprioception
Dancers have an inside joke they like to share...
Grape
Langston Hughes asked, "What happens to a dream deferred?" This is my reflection on that.
Rain Forest Sonnet
I wrote this rhymed poem, a sonnet, by request of family members who prefer rhymed poetry.
Just Once More
It’s difficult to explain to a non-dancer what the loss of partner dancing is about, this thing we chase week after week, night after night, but I thought I’d try, with this prose-poem.
