Arts
I miss my words. Caught up in the midst of a lit review and constipated by some issues emerging from my past and i find myself staring at my computer with something akin to fear and loathing. November looms heavy and gray before me and that is problematic because November is NaNoWWriMo and for once […]
The call to prayer chases itself from one minaret to the next – echoing its multiple births across the Place Boujeloud outside the medina gate. Sparsely populated during the day – mostly students from the adjoining college sharing the shade of a row of mulberry trees dropping ripe fruit – the paved expanse is crowded […]
the thing is, I’m aware of my place in the scheme of things. Not place so much as placement. It isn’t that I couldn’t move or change – only that in this instance if there were a mandate to assemble in some sort of order – I’d be fair to middling. Middling in the […]
In the darkened theatre, my breath melded into the breathing of hundreds, all waiting for something magnificent, waiting to be moved. It is a collective inhalation of expectation while the curtain rises. They stand in their many poses, muscles tight in anticipation. Waiting to move…waiting to move the audience. This was my first Alvin Ailey […]
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in previous iterations of myself i was a poet. if not poet – no less than a writer. the older i get the farther away it seems. just barely beyond my grasp. as far away as it feels to me it is the picture of me that some people carry. not a hairstyle, not a […]
it is so easy not to think about it, despite being surrounded by it on a daily basis. drinking from it, protected from the elements by it, watching the world whiz by behind it…glass is remarkable. that said, so is my stained glass making class. bent over a dusty table, glass cutter poised over a […]
It amazes me how quickly the reminders come…whispers of a world sprawling with majesty and horror, creating a murmur that grows into a din. it is easy to fall into a routine. Rehashing the points of my life that haven’t gone according to plan and inflating their importance. Until… Sitting in a darkened theater on […]
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