Written on Friday:

Today I was a ballet dancer
and a shaman
and a conductor
and a unremarkable wind
and a shout
and a handshake
and a convenient pen
who could walk
and talk
and dance to the beat of today's rhythm
as if it were the most natural thing in the world
AND it was even beautiful.

[Friday?]In real life terms ( Read more... )

Whether I post or not ( Read more... )

I've got that kind of cold...
the one that your body chases
around and around

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I was expecting my first normal-pace workday in 3 weeks ( Read more... )

I got home just after midnight ( Read more... )

I am eyeball deep in feels ( Read more... )

WHEN DO WE WANT IT ( Read more... )

This is how my stress story arc operates:


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I'm designing a set
and have to convince people of a vision
that I didn't even know I had.

I am partly crippled by the thought
that I don't want to push through some unformed showbortion
and how I'd rather commit myself to
one of the other (finished) shows I pitched,
or someone else's show
but I also realizemaybe that's just what running away ( Read more... )

... I just play one on TV ( Read more... )