Wednesday, August 13, 2014


13 years ago you pressed on my belly, my ribs, my bladder
pushing your way out, demanding your time
You hid from the world for months, waiting to make your presence known
in your way
You were the oldest small child anyone met
Conversing and carrying on with adults all over the world
Later still
You hid again. Biding your time, hiding behind your laugh
It wasn't yet time
You appear in flashes and whispers, in digital verse and sketches full of subtlety and depth
Almost time
to reveal yourself again, yet different. Grown and growing. Evolved and evolving.
Change is the only constant,
but you've known that from the beginning
13 years ago.

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Monday, January 6, 2014

To the Snarky One in the Room:

Your comments, though often humorous and interesting, detract from the productivity of everyone involved in the creative process. When you point out something obvious, in a marvelous combination of acidity and wit, we all notice and give you attention; however, you have only lost the respect of those of us who are trying to make the best possible product out of an imperfect process.

Your talent for vocalizing your perceptions of the flaws and weaknesses in others is unparalleled. And sad. Have you so few gifts to employ and share with others?


And yet, I have compassion for you. I have been you: Insecure, inexperienced, and unnecessary in a room full of masters.

I urge you, for your future, stop burning the bridges and learn to keep your mouth shut. Employ the gift of an inner monologue. I promise, we - your captive audience - are tired of hearing your voice constantly polluting the (sacred) space. And, in the event you have an idea worth airing, we might be open to entertaining it. At present, I say "no" before you've even finished your sentence.

Oh, snarky one, I know you will probably not read this, but just in case: take this little note as a lesson in method. I did not call you out in front of your peers, and I did not eat your (precious) work time with the full cast by vocalizing my opinion at every pause for breath. As much as I would have liked to; it would not have served the larger purpose for which we are all employed: to make a great piece of art.

Walking away with joy,

-k.k. :)

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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Right Flavor

The right flavor?
Yes. Absolutely!
This is fulfillment:
Doing the what I do, better.
Thankful. Happy. Out.
Enjoying the scene, writing this, seeing the faces,
Hearing the music, tasting the fare.
Unexpected moments of serendipity & fate:
Walk with it.


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Sunday, November 3, 2013


Our timing is off/
disjointed and severe/
sitting across from each other in perpendicular silence/
a shift will come/
rumblings of a tiny earthquake/
altering our landscape/
new again/
I look at you with curiosity bordering on desire/

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Saturday, August 10, 2013


Bizarro friend situation.
Getting back out into the world.
Seeing old friends for the first time in a long time - YEARS.
Meeting & keeping new friends borne out of common experience.
Finding rest in solitude instead of running toward a crowd for comfort.
Finding my path.
Never left it.

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Thursday, May 16, 2013


Cat fight outside
Cat fight in my head
Baby in my belly won't go to bed
Irritated, frustrated; feeling quite alone
Working through the weight
Breathing past the pain
Body/mind rebellion
More of the same
Watching myself go through the motions
Bored, tired and dry
Waiting on the spark
The will to try 

He's laying next to me
But not with me
Even this is wrapped in guilt
No escape
No reprieve
Take a deep breath 
It's just a scene
A moment
Passing like the others
Flowing with the stream
Rejoining calmer waters
Released inside a dream

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Making people & things

I'm in the process of building baby #3....which means I'm also making dances and poems in a very process-oriented way. Contradiction Dance did a very informal showing of the some work yesterday. It felt good. Even when I'm too pregnant to dance myself, it feels wonderful to still put my ideas out there.

YouTube Video

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