“The rhythms of flowing and staccato collide and create the rhythm of chaos. In fact, chaos probably describes most meetings of the feminine and the masculine, whether within our psyches or at the Pravda…
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“On Fire! illuminating the journey awakens these energies within us fueling the dance. almost died pleading jumping out of my skin repetitve contraction dancing with your bones creating all kinds of angles in motion…
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“I remembered I needed a hit of that mom energy. funky dance kind flowing vibe divine mother nothing is fixed survival surrender to your soul other dimensions deep, ancient, terrifyingly familiar desire” Created…
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“Flowing I needed the comfort of a mother. hit a traffic jam the end of one flow is the be- ginning of another. dramatic awakening of my inner mother, learn to love myself when…
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My brother-in-law, Lee, is an artist, a caricaturist, a writer, a handyman, a father, and the Recyclone in days gone by. He’s also a poet. On Monday he realized that he had missed his…
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Yesterday I did something I’ve had on my to-do list for years. Yes, years. I picked up the phone and called Ellen Kort, the author of one of my favorite poems, If Death Were…
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Several years ago I stumbled upon a poem that gripped my heart, resonated with me to my core. Death is so often pictured and imagined as ugly and rough. What if Death were a…