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, December 31, 2014




Tuesday, December 30, 2014


slow, quick, quick
three over four
long, short, short
lean, twist, turn
sustain the Basic
Push serves glide
 swift, silent
looks effortless
as breath
light touch
firm hands
takes time
& gesture
unbearable tension
and heart....

oh,yes; especially that.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Sex and drugs and rock and roll

Young, oblivious, bold-
flashes of common sense
popping up like clowns or daffodils
once in a blue moon
(the one that left me standing alone.....)
remembering how much
was the most important goal
with sex and drugs and rock and roll

not only fun, of course, or just kicks
some of it felt like love
and might have been
some of it felt like flying
to the planet of the big ideas no one has ever had before
top of the pole
bottom of the hole
finish off whatever is in the bottom of the bowl
sex and drugs and rock and roll

looking back, now
not complex
age changes how things matter
what intimacy means
what words and music mean
richer, deeper
or more easily dispatched
perspective borne of struggle and joy
deceit and bullshit take their toll
sex and drugs and rock and roll

still, sweeter than the softest dawn
the long caress of twilight
opens up
stretches out
moments of fierce, delightful tenderness
feed the soul
dwelling with/in
sex and drugs and rock and roll

Saturday, December 13, 2014

By the time you read this

By the time you read this
snow will have settled 
and drifted
trees will have whispered 
and leaned
night will have fallen
and lifted
sounds will have murmured 
and keened

I know how time is a candle
a pendulum, seashore, a rift
fire and sand
I can handle
by the time you read this
it's a gift