A list is being compiled of your movement through the world in your words. You are not alone. I am asking every visitor to my site to take a moment and send along a sentence that describes a dance you have done in your life.
A list is being compiled of your movement through the world in your words. You are not alone. I am asking every visitor to my site to take a moment and send along a sentence that describes a dance you have done in your life.
connexion with an african root
applying to college
scared shitless everyone think I’m not good enough but do it anyway
swing around the pole
trying to imitate what the **** my upstairs neighbors must be doing to make that noise
Anime with hentai
This ice is slippery
liquid spacial illusion
tap into that deep despair dance, but really all I want to do is the robot
born honey smoke
Break the floor
I’m turning on my lover
fuck I had a panic attack after that solo
anxiety shuffle
I totally fucked up publicaly and had to deal with the crisis of feeling ostracized as opposed to interrogating the oppression they were accusing me of
get the thing you got coming to you
elastic snapping
cooking platanos
Figure 8
crazy two-step that instantly makes my dogs bark madly every time
all is right in the world
dance w/hubby after I clean my kitchen floor reward
Alone in my room
eternal back and forth aversion want
gallery-hop
make my baby laugh
medical dosimetry
evolution of pelvic worlds
doppel-face sacred
bounce a baby on an exercise ball while eating soup
anything
dance on the edge
I’m gonna shit if I don’t pass you
foot in mouth
tongue and cheek
I want to cut off my legs
I just need to move my body in this weird way
something to prove
I can’t think of anything to say
copy/paste
Nancy Stark Smith alternate hip lifting, braid swinging
impression of my father
letting go
politely rebellious
Forever
jammy
Timeless disbelief walking through a tall grass prairie with thousands of damselflies on gossamer wings mating
super post-modern (aka pretentious)
mourning the crumbling of my soul
saddest
traveling and learning and teaching
bitter cake
I have to be done with this now
my sister died, my girl friend left me and I fired a friend all in 12 hours roll
twirling
neck and tongue
drinking coffee
sexy walk
love myself, separate from myself, hate myself, find myself, love myself
telling you the story you need to hear
consoling a lover
Loving a mystery
fandango
haven’t seen you in 5 years
Token digital
robot
Oedipus Rex
walking on the wall
dance on a snowflake
motherhood
generally anticapitalist
unbearable lightness of being dance
SLEEPING WITH MY MOUTH OPEN
dodo
I dreamt I lost all my bones
pee
red caboose
caboose
fun
petty noir
let it all go
i have a business license
Do I Need To Be Funny Death Dance
dog just knocked over my coffee onto my favorite kilim rug while trying to get out the door for work and running late
no more sad nights
Dance of being able to
grindr
I am having fun!
saying goodnight to the sun in the desert
in bed and compulsively checking email
I’m hungry and stumbing toward lunch
THE DANCE ON CLAY
sausage party dance
this body is a force of nature
i’m OVER it
nail chew
Being something is the dance
Technological ennui
I passed my exam
studying for an exam while the baby is sick
MDMA INSPIRED DAYBREAK
the shower dance
First time Limon in the afternoon
drying my feet
watching-professionals-and-being-amazed while you
waiting for the water to warm for my tea ’cause i’m cold
daintily taking of my underwear
moving to the mirror in my head
logical logistics to enlighten happiness
walking next to her for the first time dance
sandbar spinning till you fall down
touch myself the way i would touch you
An improv to conger anger and formed out of compassion
An Improv as a vehicle to conger anger built out of compassion
when my grandchildren give me a huge smile and a hug dance! Now a third in the mix, yeah!
dating San Francisco dance
Xiao Chai Hu Tang
the baby needs to fall asleep
funky walking dance
dance like you just don’t care
too stoned to dance
solstice celebration earth
This dance is about…
involuntary twith i do while watching othet people dance
wine tasting dance
jump in the sunshine on the beach dance
last week on ice
holding my farts in
holding my farts in while i
residual energy, reoccuring memories
beat it
skin meets texture imagined
laying ontop of my lover/edges blurred
disco is my weakness
avoidance of physical collapse
A crazy dance for my kids when they were little, bouncing off the walls and across table tops. They wet themselves.
Staring at the ladybug with my child but have to pee dance
dancing like my arms are in the air even when they’re not
doing thinking doing
man simply dancing on the street
Toddler dance party
octopus flailing its tentacles
full mooooon howl dance.
fuck you i can do this sweet abandonment
make way for pedestrians when bicycling on the sidewalk
we are a team, remember?
fluid gyration led by the heart
Whirling colors of movement in and out of control, this is my
greeting and getting along
I believe that children are our future
fooling around in the bathtub
love growl dance
anything754.flying by the seat of my pants
ergonomic stretch
playfully torturing my dog Daisy
no one’s around, so I can do what I want
can’t hold it any longer
i’ve tried to carry in all of my heavy bags from the car in one trip
Mississippi mudbut
egg beater, shifting hips back and forth while stirring the batter with my big ivisiblre spoon.
Playing with the Sea Goddess
wiggling for joy
jump around in your room to your favorite band, trying to pretend you’re not sick
taco dance
cliff, big sur, pencil & paper score, grandmother’s ashes, rising tide.
walking down a hall that is way too long with a coworker coming the other way
tired but determined
excorcism of a past wound
sensing connections
angst of waiting
Epic Gratitude Heart Wide Open Joy Dance
overwhelmed and unsure
bust it wide open
aching neck and shoulders
un-schrunching shoulders
Subtle Subway Sway
collapsing ribs
wiggle shuffle want to die
hemorrhoid dance
avoiding going crazy
reconstruction of psycho-a-go-go dance
waiting for the bus
flailing in an attempt to headbang
falling up the stairs
freedom with restrication
Alice Walker Hard TImes Require Furious DAncing Dance
passion tango
above the arctic circle drinking champagne as the sun is always up
dissapearing dance
fuck in half
dance you do while not moving sitting in a chair watching other people dance.
working on growing up
dance of spiders cracking eggs in the rain
kick up your heels and breathe
soul dance
Tahni Tehnia
dance of cannot
dance because it’s expected of you
pee pee
liking Tahni Holt
slow down
a feel good, release energy dance
searching for the right words
broken love-doll robot
mystic spiral
the 9 year old in 1980 Phil Collins
stay away
way too primal for the parents
log in the surf
water the plants
in the middle of a crowd, by accident
holy cow you are dead right here right now
booyashaka jing jing mambo
depressed and searching
xhurch dance
i still think about
Drunker than Hell, I need to stop doing this to myself
maybe this third cup of coffee will help me decide what to do with my life
not so hot at petit allegro but doing it anyway
attempt to mimic Oliver Hardy dance — comic, loose, large but careful
diagonal and sideways zipper
love is holding and also holding back
alone in basement
brain dance
way too fast
I only get to be with my children 3 1/2 days a week, being a single mom hurts so much I want to commit Hari Kari but don’t because their dad is an ass dance
I wanna go home dance
found a meeting place and wont ever leave
realizing I never knew, but it’s better that way
mango chutney
heavy heart
sleeping in
slow printer impatience dance, with imaginary maracas
black swan
free from religion shimmyshake
mint tea drinking
make over take
good to back among okies
widow at a wedding
love feels good
walking past something you wish you had picked up then trying decide whether to go back
walking backwards on the train
jumped out the window the house was on fire dance
breathe and breathe and breathe and stretch
that one move you do where you jump through your leg whilst holdin your other foot…
trying to make serious, honest art, while navigating the absurdity of political correctitude is like the Jishi, Kabuki Lion
i want so much i want nothing
merengue in Mexico under the influence of mezcal
tea with Tahni
Grinding at a barmitzvah
heart pounding with joy
dance with my dad to old r+b on a boombox on a summer night dance
carrying a heavy box up stairs
shake my sillys out
the my grandparents say they won’t help me buy a house because they don’t have much confidence in the direction I’m going with my life dance
shave without the blade
quiet piece for tiny things
concussion pain
the dance after the very last
i never heard this r. kelly song (freaky in the club) before
first time you saw me get like this
fine line between too passionate to fail and too much to handle
naked in a snowstorm
messy flapper
cutting colorful vegetables
I displayed my genitals to a group of young people.
the i’m-free dance
loose in the hinges
i would have made a really great stripper
unexpected and profound
seductive dance for the moon and for me.
tango fandango dance
im going to jump a little to the left a little to the right and then hit the floor like the worm
the “shoot me up” – tapping on your forearm like your finding your vein dance
“the diffuser”… grooving to the tunes with your head bent all the way down, while you play with your hair
everyone but me likes this
stiff shoulder I don’t wanna get close
kill that devil pride
gummy bears and beer
the kind where you just don’t care
if my movements are small enough, they won’t notice I’m dancing
like a hyper 12 yr old girl
it’s okay it’s okay
the side hustle
I just fell in love and planned our future with the stranger on the bus
walking on water on fountain on sidewalk
I’m doing this because it feels good
mini mushroom spotted tears
forward retreat forward retreat stab stab forward retreat i’ll love you from over here
yes yes yes
getting my groove on
left leg twitch, tweak my back out k-fed dance
this snitch is a bitch dance dance
wondering why my floor is shaking so much
sunday’s wash is dripping
Snow
shake it off, shake it off, I’m OK alone
incubating hunch are you alive, you are alive,your husband wrapped a telephone chord around your neck, where are you my friend
inside the light of a leaf
all night in quito apartments cuba libre salsa
wild hay loft spoon playing old time grapevine twist
post trauma glad to be alive spontaneous
magic
bring the noise not the hype
wishing i were blond again
body to blues dance forgetting age loving youth feeling rhythm
should i or should i not
wanting to be young and carefree again
(twitterpated) he is on his way to my house
mourning dance; empty arms, heavy heart
dance of mourning; embracing what is gone, empty arms, heavy heart
falling asleep – twitching until not awake
everybody else is dancing i better dance
wishing you were here
hi I’m river phoenix
butt kicker
i’m small enough to fit into a pocket and be carried around like a found treasure
HO-KO-BO-KO
everyday dance
“hope she notices”
I don’t dance but your so beautiful I’m gonna have to try dance
White rocks (on stage) that represent the crossings of life’s paths literally and metaphorically
woopy woopy
i am in an amusment park
kitchen
get both revved up and calm backstage before a theatrical performance
catatonia
take a little sunshine, put it in your pocket
pulling a bucket of water from a deep well in Africa
mashed potato
experimental, tons of it!
jenerette two-step down in lafayette, louisiana
gotta pee like a racehorse
dance of checking in on things in my room
secret apartment
“Blessing the Congregation”
the “I better dance or I’ll cry” dance
clicking and swirling on office chairs in the east village
dance around the word dance
walking curve of the Portland airport skybridge
I am tired of ego
i’m gonna show you how
my heart is my compass
i drank too much espresso
charlie brown – oh i’m so excited about that
cat is hungry
doing absolutely nothing
jheeeey
eating apples
world’s worst dancer
SHOUT OUT WORLD DANCE!
spontaneous
the moondance
“play like a kid”
pteradactyl dance, in which I was coming down off the best acid trip with my boyfriend who played reverb guitar in college, and I walked home woth the amp strapped to my army pack which mademe walk in this dinosaurish way, gallumphing down to his apt where we didn’t fuck because we didn’t really know how
always making more
writing a resume
getting out of the shower
nose to spite the face
dog humping the air
weight of levity and how hard it is to be free
corporate cubical living is eating my soul zombie
i could kill you/fuck you
noticing my clothes being blown by the wind
nobody’s watching except your best friend and you’re both slightly inebriated and are doing the goofiest things to make each other laugh
look at me/ don’t look at me
delicate balance of personal / professional / aspirational
canard
doing the salsa with an affable whore in Neiva (Colombia)
doing the salsa with an affable whore in Neiva (Colombia) in 1969
eyes squeezed shut arms in the air
rocks against my head
being stared at by child-adults stoned and scared with a basketball
eyes closed, hoodie up, “here’s our chance to dance our way / out of our constrictions (feet don’t fail me now)
The “I can’t wait to see him again”
why do I never dance
visiting this site and adding a dance dance dance
This is what I was made to do; Shimmy Shimmy
almost got it but never really inhabited it fully or found the right sound, liked the costume,but otherwise like Moby Dick it’s the one that got away.
untangle my birds nest
extra silly heart not quite in it dance with a room full of toddlers wishing they would play Beyonce instead of Raffi
joyful dance with uncertainty..being here now!
launching prodigals
poverty slam
awkward teen beginner’s ballet class with my Mom (who can)
nervous make-believe
if I had to walk in ballet poses
yes please
puppy dog shuffle
drunkeninspiredmambosolo
whoa, hey, I’m still here
Huge Festival Crowds dance developed/learned/practiced over many years at Bumbershoot arts fest in Seattle; sprinting, squeezing, sidling,pausing, eye-mapping, sideways shuffling, backway, front stepping, Fun-Foresting across acres of humanity to reach that far-flung stage promising this year’s chance at the sublime /ridiculous/toe-tapping happening like The Buttrock Suites
how do I become untrapped
coughing so much it hurts my ribs
the “search for something truly inspiring” dance as opposed to my usual “sad things are as shallow as I hoped they weren’t”
gomer pyle
get me out of here
gratitude
jeez, I need to move around more
i didn’t know her well and now i never will
i had this obsession at 10 years old or so with getting down a turn with hip/leg fully flexed (you hold it above your head) where I took it all the way into the splits:) (completely impossible & very funny to realize:))
my friend just died I can’t believe it
dying dog dance, the essence of my old dog Gus swooshes into my body his legs in my arms&legs his head in my head away we go me dancing him he dancing me
I got a new bike
trying to catch something i just dropped on my foot to keep it from hitting the floor too hard
I smell good
these broken damn shoes on this damn concrete
geez I need to pee
opening and sorting the mail
opening the mail
elephant in the room
two kids, wife busy business
Elegancy of the Walz
my half-drunk-on-red-wine, with bjork music playing, in my kitchen, in private, more graceful than if i were on a stage
hi
anxious am I doing this right
pivoting from the sink to the cutting board, vegetables in hand
noodle. (a variation of early break dancing)
funny
twitch
hop from the van, spin, shut door with foot
the I DON’T CARE HOW I LOOK, I LOVE THIS MUSIC AND I’M GONNA DANCE
anything you do has my heart, and I met you so softly you could not hear my attraction but I’m such a fool for this newfound crush, I can feel the earth spin
anything you do has my heart, and I met you so softly you could not hear my attraction
anything you do has my heart, and I met you softly
anything you do has my heart
citrinitas
shut up and dance
making fun of the superiority dance
meow
wake up with regret and sweet cream
go to hospital, split in two, go home a mother
sweaty soul makeout with a stranger even though I have a boyfriend
baby dear, just born
no one is watching, pretend i am 5 years old
rolling around on the ground in filth and crawling between legs
pinky thumb tigerclaw
pinky thumb tigerclaw look back receive candy slap leg ward away the devil and chant
hovering around the stovetop
sad i am crying and don’t know how to go on
on my own again angry and strong
where-are-my-fucking-KEYS
if only i had a space and a harpsichordist to play bach for me
sidestep the truth
tick-bit girl
nothing
7th grade cotillion
spin until you drop
hang the saucepan carefully
wearing a showercap while feeding the cat
legs of lead
menstruation
the sphere of energy shared with a friend
swoon at the moon
a disco competition to Donna Summer’s last
mexican congo zombification
falling down
it’s a nice day let’s go out and play
dance everyday as a creative act
ascending timeless
post performance pained sleep
relationship between this and that, how do they talk to each other, influence each other
didn’t realize what I said was completely wrong, so I will distract you with my goofiness
cartop coffee safe arrival home
DILLOM
i got drunk and danced and reinjured my sprained knee
flooding the basement with love
Finding out Tahni Holt is still as adorable and outgoing as she was in high school
Elaine Benes from Sienfeld
dancy
i hate you, don’t leave me
how did I end up as this adult
i don’t want to change another poopy diaper
naked
To the north, to the north, to the north in goneness I dance homeward.
michael jackson
hugging my grandma a few extra moments in case it is the last time
the “open”
art has ruined my life
yummy food
this is my story (the one i kinda have to tell)
we fought in so many ways
giving of myself without giving myself away
iamtired
i’m getting married today
in-the-now-or-never live dance
skipping 30 year old
I don’t get to MOVE enough
slide through the sheets
moshpit
pregnant belly striptease
molecule
running in the czech woods
the post piss willies dance….you know the one.
funk
sfdf
adfw
oh, that one time when i was i was 7 at the lake of the ozarks clog type dance with overalls jean skirt outfit and perm
scratch your eyeball
getting rid of my 5-year-old’s stir-crazies to the tune of No Doubt
reviving power of dance
word
moving, sexing, complicated
little danceroo
last scene closes
this-is-all-i-can-afford-for-our-anniversary
my neck is stiff but my soul feels good
cleaning my room
acting like a giant over the grade school water fountain
cant feel my legs yet dance oh there they are
sneaky car dance when no one is looking
cramps
i am
white girls CAN dance
go
making Matthias laugh
going through every song in itunes/ inner
ancestor’s
feeling all the little muscles you’ve forgotten
OMFG
providing on outlet for openness and centered excitement through
hangover shakeover
cha cha cha
had one too many
dance to avoid talking to people
pleasure to: seek, listen, stay in, undertand to an almost unstainable point the internal impulses, tugs, demands, heat, vibrations accompanied by emotional exposure. that is my
this friday is just to long
primal
I closed my eyes
leaping like an elephant
meeting a Francis Bacon painting in a crowded museum
bored with everything, everyone
?
struggle to kick an addiction
twitching in my seat, this dance is so good
out of necessity
i just got a letter
vacuuming
aggressively passive
hippie chick
iuhh
kitty thinks my feet are prey
what are you doing daddy?
dance that only exists in dressing rooms
wooden floor tap
i wish i could kick higher
reaching for something that has always been within
underwater
fake
break
TRYING TO SHRED HARDER AND FASTER THAN ANYONE
I have to pee
Every move I make… in striving for ulitmate harmony
on going gestures, glides and slides of life
“danse molle”
I can’t wait any longer
new bike shoulder scrunch
moving only one joint
i love you get out of my head
naked vacuuming
get it started, already, party
sporting those feather earrings
brandi alexander
expectation
fuck i am out of shape
scratching bug bites
deelay ceelay
uncomfortable, don’t want to be here, don’t feel pretty, don’t look at me
omg – that is a GIANT cockroach!
you can put crazy toppings on your pizza
i am really not alone
alone in my kitchen with joy
loud
necessity
humpin n bump bad lambadda
ragdoll dance
dream operator circa 1990 by keith v. goodman
finger snake
Potty
i still got it
leaping against the walls slapping the cieling with glee
grim fandango
ross angeles shuffle
never ending attempt to arrive
battuta angriff
clacker in a clown suit
ghost electricity howls on the bones of her face
pack unpack repack move
contrived dance
make the baby laugh makes me laugh
lost the baby ,now in the hospital parking lot
bad shoes/zen
startrek = starwars = forever
pms dance
waking up and wondering what’s going to happen next
i feel guilty
i am in love with you and i know i shouldn’t be
tip-toe-twirl on the edge of the world
pigfoot
summer´s here & feels sooooooooo good
you make me think i have good news
drop down and get your eagle on
happy food
light and in all directions
building a circle
dig deep down and throw it up
he moves through me deep, intense..im alive
coughing really hard
inside out
tempheh reuben
throw it out and grab it back
torches of fire
Jerash: Performed in Jordan at an arts festival in 1983
recumbent bike dance
girlfriends feet on top of my feet
event space
anything YES, YES, YES
stagnating
makin bacon
reliving and learning
fawn
everything
stuck in place
ackward make fun of yourself
rowchick
awake and tired
socks on smooth floor
in my kitchen, thinking of you
air is my skin
shivering on the sidewalk watching tahni’s
laughing crying screaming freedom restraint
being like water
boarding pass
cold footed linoleum floor
sweaty, beating, percussive
shake it
love
tree
SLIPPING ON MOSS COVERED, ABANDONED SIDEWALK, LATE AUTUMN
trying to impress a girl who knows I cant dance
carrying too many heavy things too far
riding my bike
it looked better in my mind
Whirling, stomping, whisking across the floor in a firm embrace and laughing all the way!
koyaanisqatsihands
wanting antarctic
tumbleweed downstairs laundry overload
death to all those who would whimper and cry
I used to do ballet
can’t believe no one’s said “safety”
something in the way you move
cannot decide between life or death this morning
baby please close your eyes
antarctic
dissertation
soft spiritual cheerleading turning into possession casual party
wrong job because it’s not stressful
somnambulence
stiff neck
lymphopotmus
laborous excitement
head weaving to watch and follow the beauty of a cardinal
keeping my head on my shoulders
impatient with websites that don’t immediately show me what I want to see
is it dental hugiene or is it death?
family/work
mediation
what the hell is brand voice
I’ve been work’n on the railroad
eyelash dance
skating on ice
important thing is to love
Rimsky’s skating
peepee dance
painting a 14 foot ceiling w/ extention pole
the consensual ass kicking dance – left, right, left, right, Left
floating
can’t get out of bed
new /old surroundings
martini shaker
a friendship forged in CanCun :)
absent and present and absent and present
knocking my knee, bruise
as still as possible
floor modeler
yearning for more dance
blue monday sprinkler
gggggrrrrRRROOOOOWWWWWRRRrrrrr
gggggrrrrRRROOOOOWWWWWRRRrrrrr let’s fuck already,
picking up fallen writing insturments involving an explitive followed by medative crouching
alone in my zone
X Men claws up the spine
molly ringwald
space walk boogie
will never live this down
gracefully bumbling my way through life
make it stick limbo dance
finding my way home
the changing and flowering dance, late, but not “never”
remembering this differently
My daily NY walk –slipping between the leans and sways of those sharing my sidewalk
bap bada!
falling roughly
in between
I move through the wind, and the wind moves through me
w/ david bowie (every night) in red
I can see my bone, I cut so deep
walking down the hall
world is my oyster
the repellant dance, though I forget how it goes
on a lover’s singing voice in the desert
trying to flirt
learning, unlearning, relearning
Two step
i’m juiced up
surrender to the sweetness
concrete floor in my vertebrae
i gotta pee, and i can’t get across the street because of traffic
carnaval free pleasurable
i finally got off the plane!
where do i go from here
booty shake!!!
worship
when is my girl coming home
anything nothing
children of the world
happy to see you
sunday morning dusting dance
endless ocean endless sky
shuffle with wet feet on a towel carrying a teakettle with steam coming out
eggshell
my pet dog likes to
toucan
um and that yes
getting out of my chair slowly and then falling back down, my limbs made unremarked and felicitous music
cut it out
fawm
suprise cut myself while slicing bread, and it may be bad, but too scared to look yet
feeling life in the belly of my being
its the end of the day and i haven’t danced yet
piling my head with my to do list
i just got laid
a wednesday, have to get out of bed
around the kitchen makin’ love
can’t sleep, loud wind full moon, can’t sleep
walking down the hall and back
did I scare you because I scared myself
feels good but doesn’t look good dance
i just had the best meal of my life
shifting self identification
denial
whipping cream
being better me
happy stomping and jumping in your place
mom-constantly-distracted
the dance between feeling ‘loved’ and ‘not loved’
elephant in your pants laughing hysterical
walking on an empty stomach
i’m about to getmesome
it’s all so clear to me now
bend way back
the egg beaters
at weddings, the robot dance.
losing yourself in love
I can’t stand people who can’t laugh at themselves
early labor get-this-baby-out-of-me
limp tongue and scratchy fingers, grumbly belly and angry legs
ooff
sesame street frolic w/flexible hips
first time dancing to prince with my mom
clean snow off and out
the if I don’t dance I will be numb
my family bites each other
empty grocery store isle with my lover and can’t remember what we’re shopping for so let’s dance
ancestral pride
shalanga-lang
in love with your ex
I’m bad because I just ate a hot dog dance
question
i can see your lying and you can see that i can see your lying dance
g
mustard
going to somewhere?
# here here now now dance #
the paint’s alive
here here now now dance
snowed-in dance
right leg kick front then back, steam engine arms, balance and jump
tired of death
butterfly in my stomach dance
sexy
deny
am i being ironic or am i actually hitting on you
loving the legs
walk like you mean it
walk like you really mean it
booty
lonely in a cloud
tit
morning sickness shuffle
release the tension shake-down
pretending you can’t see, knowing you can
darkeness increased, i’m sick, i’m sick, i’m sick; it is a horrifying
crazy arm flailing, thom yorke crossed with michael stipe
i’m in my living room and I can dance however I want to
moment of utter release
please fuck me after we do the disco dance of death/life
craigslist addict
i’m alone in my room playing a ukulele and pretending to be a rock star
evolution of adam and eve
too much coffee dance
so low you rip your jeans
kissing the sweat off of your neck
juggling romance, love, and inspiratrion
Molly Ringwald Carpet Dance
bottomless pow slash dance
re-live last night
relieved that the storm is over
skeleton
we win the battle as long as my arms are raised to the heavens
(waiting for the) bus dance
orange
default dance (oddly for me, jogging in place)
mourning
faking it till it becomes real
i stepped on something mysterious and gross
I survived the day dance
the dance of get up and go scurry and settle down, burrow in and nourish, connect and commune, give give give recievcievciev
it starts at my hips and i can’t stop it
meeting a new person dance
right here in the center, movement began
broken ankle hop and crutch
two headed: nice person/rage
drop, look, hand
stepping into liquid
giddy and happy just before i come down with a cold
boogie nation
an incredible talent
p-funk – flashlight, the mothership connection
get it all out
i have never felt so free
excited grinning jumpy
are you kidding me?! this is SO GREAT
if i stop dancing the world will blow up
lost in manila
I’ve lost it…dance
borderline
really it all seems like a dance, especially when you notice it
trying to dance like that girl across the room
healing
I really don’t want to be dancing right now
bouncing the crying baby
burst of light
sun
the chameleon
geez I need to pee
make the coffee
waltz of the charm school instructor of the Bride of Frankstein
burping
the dance of waiting to dance
floating through deep powder
sometimes you hold it together so long you actually think you’re okay but then one evening your chest sinks through the floor and all you have left is the dance you just danced
i can’t dance
wake up and stretch like a kitty cat
avoidance
Sevilla Buddha Bar
listen to your cold bones
feeling more like i do now than i did when i got here
bored
I am terrified and shaking
happy
waiting for tri-met
asleep/awake bike in a trance
wet noodle popsicle
accidental tammy faye bakker memorial
eating real good food
bathroom is full
“potty position!” (like second position in ballet with hands on knees and pelvic thrusts while counting “one..two!”) followed by the “Solid Gold!” opening dance from the 70’s
chronic tv
splendour
anything but safety
Now missing Maracas being shaken by a jerky and malfuctioning showbiz pizza robot
Invisible maracss being shaken by a broken showbiz pizza robot
starburst
my feet still reside at the bottom of my legs
fucking
can never jump enough
I don’t speak your language but I can still dance with you
listening to the tomato sliding across my breast
cloud geometry in technicolor
new pants
she said I am a spastic dancer
climbing an apple tree and reaching
gazing across the room spiraling around each other until we touch
spunky no time
stevie nicks
spontaneous release of flesh and bone in a moon lite
i miss adam
dreamy etheral
what’s over the rainbow
backbend
fast & fierce
arrow of light
pushing through water
sfffsfsf
ohmygod
i am sitting
awkward moments
string
dance till you fall to the floor
i have never danced in my adult life until now
i’m sure we can find a way to get a little bit closer
I learned it from my “crazy” uncle and now I repeat it because I’m about to become the “crazy” uncle
flying by the seat of my pants
sucking my stomach in
flying down the hill with the wind on my face
it made my hair fly
blowing your dress up over the heater
want to be a runner
misdirected
one with words from my past that were believed to be a poets
no dancing
slow, tired, anxious, crawl up and hands reaching
my jeans just got out of the dryer and they are too tight
it made my hair fly
today is going to be a better day
poodle
monologue
sitting at my desk in my office listening to jamming music
i am so in love dance with the sit on top
naked goat
no one’s home
the liquidity of identity dance
skank is the animalistic warrior unleashed
not thinking what im thinking while i watch you
happy-to-be-eating-this-really-good-food
second thoughts about her
dance you can’t
waking the body
rusty zipper
music is too loud but I really want to talk and connect with you
I wont eat 5 ice cream sandwiches today
morracan breakdancers teaching moves
i am not in love with him anymore
she’s so hot- i want her to think i’m hot
puppytwist
oops-i-crapped-my-pants (true story)
so excited, can’t do anything else but dance
out dance a crazy girl hogging the floor
wiggle-butt
trying to catch the feral cats
angry faced morning
the need to make Leigh laugh
riding in the most beautiful morning and losing my breath in it
fill in the blank
prom, trying-to-not-get-a-boner
seperate body pary simultaneous
buried under a memory of happiness
where am i going
soulcessation
trouble
sick to my stomach I love you that much
grandfather death
Pat Benetar “we are young no one can tell us we’re wrong”
mega soul crusher