Monster

Innocent little fingers And dainty little toes Out of purity Vial corruption grows There are those Who would seek to lick these fingers with their filthy tongues And chop them off before the festering’s begun

Character Sketching Exercise

Some writers come up with characters for their stories based on people they know, conversations they observe, or other characters in stories they have read. I have always had a personal love for writers whose characters seem to be variations on themselves. There is a certain psychology to it that I like. One prime example…

Pretending (written in 2011)

The dragonfly door knocker you bought falls five times hard, And you wait outside the house you are no longer welcome. Frantic children crawl across the floor inside. Your paranoid outlook has rubbed off on them, No matter how often they deny it. This is not the first time they have peered out the window…

Breaking Silence in the Night

An old poem of mine dug up today: Breaking silence in the Night “I need to be with other people” I understood I accepted I was fine How could I be fine? I should have been cut It should have hurt I wasn’t surprised Almost as if I had already known Or felt the same…

Dance Exploration

Exploration is at the heart of “good” dance. Yes. There is such a thing as good and bad dance. There is so much more to it than good and bad, black and white, but like any instrument there is technique not just to movement but to exploration. You have to know how to be free….

Loyal (Fantastic Fiction)

In a large, grassy yard with lots of kids of different ages an old woman directs us in a game of limbo. This is some sort of family reunion/ neighborhood get together and I think this woman is my great aunt. Everyone here is from my father’s side of the family or friends of the…

Goodbye Australia!

I have just returned from what was undoubtably one of the most inspiring and exciting experiences of my entire life.  Twelve days ago I set out to Adelaide, Australia with my dance mentors Mark and Ella Magruder and five other young adult dancers who I had previously studied dance with at Sweet Briar College. In…

The Fire that Drives me

I have had an amazingly inspiring week in Australia so far, and it has spurred up many feelings and thoughts. My dance professors often tell me that whether I will make it as a dancer depends on if I have “the fire” or not, the passion and drive. They say this as experienced professionals who…

The Noblest Art

The noblest art is that of making others happy – P.T. Barnam  I have been told that I take life very seriously. I believe that this is something my close friends admire in me, and I believe it to be a very important virtue that I want others to emulate. I believe that there are…