favorite song

favorite song comes on  static electricity  and the people that know say yes hands outstretched to the sky lights turn to blue flash to magenta now’s the time for your best dance moves or sometimes you just sit back and smile arms laced in back of your head close your eyes nod to the beat…

and to dance 

as if i was moving through space with my hands like  movement was my language when i drift side to side by side and then look up and see dedication within each purposeful step and i could bend my knees make a welcoming gesture and look before me  out to the world  like the world…

fluidity

when you dance it’s not hard your body tells you exactly what to do  and you just roll to the next thing keep going keep it moving keep your body moving and you step  keep stepping along make your own syncopated little steps to the beat that fit with the beat that make additional music…

entwined

This is inspired by a play i started a while back.  The two were dressed all in black. Skin tight. Shadows around their eyes and half their faces in the darkness of the warehouse. bright lights that changed colors, patterns. Flashes and spotlights. The two, motionless like a tableau, like statues. Expressionless, stoic faces. Not…

when the lights go dark, i dance

This is June Bug. She puts on lipstick in the rear view window of her car as she sits outside a club with thumping bass. Dark red looks like velvet. Tastes like plastic wax.  June Bug looks at groups of people frolic into the club. Stroll in seemingly casually. And she feels an affinity with…