Two legs and a bum

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.

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.

From:

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.