An Antique Land
I’m living inside this poem right now: Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert … Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold...
Bridges to Nowhere
My partner tells me I “build bridges.” He’s right. I do. All the time. Building connection is the foundation of my life – connection with myself and with others. I also do what I can to support connection between others. It’s no wonder I feel increasingly alienated in...
Chaos
I have written about dance here before. In the structure I use, the 5 Rhythms Wave by Gabrielle Roth, chaos is part of the wave. The music for chaos is fast but grounded. Think Pink Floyd’s Meddle. As I lingered on the threshold between waking and sleep this morning,...
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the stone wakes up
joins the chorus
sings with the frogs
wild
all night long
under the whirling stars
–Carmine Leo