rose in midair

"dance, and one day you’ll stop walking."

I spent the weekend in strangers' arms. Many asked if they could do it again. Many smiled noiselessly. Many felt music differently fr...

i wrote to a friend today about the holiday season: as cynical as we all can be about the modern world we live in, and as cheesy as it m...

of what is the body made? it’s made of emptiness and rhythm. at the ultimate heart of the world, there is no solidity. once again, there is ...

the NYC ballet

oh YES! NPR's story on The Healing Power of Blues Dancing : LAURA SULLIVAN, host: We're going to take a turn now on the dance ...

Two more tango poems by L. Kwan (He's cranking them out).  First Tango Lesson In the beginning. Not feet. But small children who were ...

Matchbox- 8/29/2008 it’s quiet tonight and you instruct me where i should place my head when in close embrace, looking straight backward...

Someone asked Loren if she could share his poem. His response: "yea share and write your own poems to share, i'm trying to start a ...

the Tango space is a cautious one for me, now. for many reasons. sometimes I feel as though it is a series of scenes from Waking Life , and...

Well. If you ever wanted to learn more about fusion music (or blues) and dancing to it, here's an excellent post   to help define it all...

my god. this is exactly how i feel about dancing. (take the specific dance style references out, and this describes my sentiments exactly)....

Dancers are stripped enough onstage. You don’t have to know more about them than they’ve given you already. It doesn’t matter how high y...

how quiet must our mouths be in order for our hearts to feel the stillness of light? how often do we need to speak loudly about it until t...

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of t...

“Create dangerously, for people who read dangerously. ... Writing, knowing in part that no matter how trivial your words may seem, someday, ...

"I loved to dance because I was scared to speak. When I was moving, I could feel." -Pina Bausch, on dancing as a child.