Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


intuitively, you took my hands
at a moment of emotional intensity
you held them
without reservation
or shame

many moons later
your willingness, kindness and authenticity
sustain me
& I live in the warmth of knowing
what it means
to have someone
who's got my back

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Woodstock is 40 years old.
As an event, it remains almost absurdly mythic.
As music, it remains unforgettable.
As a semiotic, it remains
as dangerous &
as ever.


sweet attentiveness
at the heart of your noticing
a tenderness of embodied memory
I can almost see
the soft smile
you must have felt
playing about your face
as you beheld
a cherished moment
and just when I could not
loving you more
I do

Friday, August 7, 2009


you allow yourself to be
knowing that I will not use that against you
as precious as love
and perhaps even more
rare and remarkable

Sunday, August 2, 2009

August One

a year ago today
we did a similar dance
much less lifting
but no less moving
closer to earth
than to sky
trees nearby
instead of all around
the necessary consolation of leaves
a place to be
alone with your own thoughts

I knew then--as I know now--that proximity
in and of itself
is not presence or connection
No...it is the small kindnesses
how your footfall is familiar
your unhurried gestures
a language of the heart
inhabiting space and time
clearings of always there
risking authenticity
the only dance