An excellent costume...

This is my friend Karla. She's doing the Rockette Christmas Show. Isn't she fabulous?

Class Combo... Weeps

So, I'm working on a solo, perhaps duet for Reggie... some of the movement is starting to materialize. Here's some Dance Exchange Company Class students, including company member Cassie Meador & a father/daughter team from another class.

Poetry on a bar-nap: Tryst Word Challenge

Shallom & I went to Tryst the other night for beer, tea & food. We'd had a very long week from extra rehearsals, my mother's venom toward my dearest guest, waiting to get paid far too long, and just being girls in the city. We were inspired to have a topic challenge... here's the result of our labor!



Topic: People Watching

A room full of crowded
Strangers
And here we sit, on the inside
Looking out
Searching for hidden stories
In clouded, distracted faces

The hooded lady, alone on the couch,
Waiting for a lover that never comes
She leaves, to drink alone in her home,
spotless and sterile
The maid has left smudges on the
Mirror.
She will be fired in the morning.
- Shallom

All that's distracting.
I can't see his face.
What is he hiding beneath that hat?
Who gives a shit if you get
tea instead of a drink?
Not the woman you're speaking to -
She's not interested.
Faces reflected in the eerie
glow of a computer screen -
green, sickly and sad.
Socially anti-social
Bizarre breed, indeed.
- k.k.

Topic: Temptation

Bound by words
Spoken in love.
In Lust.
Just in.
To him, to you, to us,
to lust.
For love,
For need,
For curiosity.
For...
Well, sometimes I'm not sure.
The words are there.
Whether carefully crafted, or thrown away.
Either way,
They're powerful.
Watch me step,
Step up or down,
my timing's correct.
In this life of love,
with you.
-k.k. :)

Sly glances from across the room
Few and far between,
But potent as
Triple-strong drinks at the Mill
On a Saturday night
Slide by, brush the small of my
Back with electric fingertips
Wink
Blush
Are you ready for this?
No, I didn't think so...
-Shallom

Topic: Words

He needs time, he says with a smile
Time to think, to prepare...
Spontaneity overrated or merely
Uncultivated?
Waiting only increases my expectations
I don't need brilliance, just a smile
Words are words,
Whether carefully chosen or thrown away
And, napkins are disposable
Combined, they find a way to my heart
A window to my soul
But, only if you're willing to step up and take a chance and
Try..
-Shallom

Her writing,
not the words,
but the script itself says,
"Jaded, a tad by life... Perhaps."

Words can be deceiving,
but the action they are written with
speaks volumes.

Sloppy/slashing
tired strokes
Or, are they bubbly and
effervescent?

What is in-between the lines?
-k.k. :)

To Be Posted in Adam's Morgan...

My friend Johnboy posted this on myspace :)

Anyway, I was thinking this should be posted outside every giant pizza slice place in Adams Morgan:

Ten Reasons You Should Call It A Night, Girl

1. You have absolutely no idea where your friends are.

2. You have absolutely no idea where your car is… wait did you bring your car??

3. You've become convinced that dancing with your arms overhead, shaking your ass, and yelling WOO HOO is truly the sexiest dance move EVER.

4. You've suddenly decided you want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe you can do it (bitch…i ain't playin…).

5. You start singing 80's songs at the top of your lungs and showing off your dance skills to the car next to you.

6. Your bladder becomes amazingly full every 10 minutes.

7. You sit down and the room and people around you start spinning profusely.

8. Your slurring your words so bad, that nobody can understand what your saying and then when they say what, you can't even remember what you were talking about.

9. You've come up with the brilliant idea that you can create less hassle on your friends by just "sleeping over" at a your guy friend's house.

10. You see beers all over a table so you lift each one up until you find one half full and chug it when no one is looking.

For Ed...

My mentor, teacher, choreographer, and (most of all) friend Ed Tyler ended his battle with bipolar on this day one year ago. I spent much of today insanely busy, perhaps in defense of the looming sadness in the back of my mind and in that spot between my shoulders.

Ed made me laugh deep and hard with wild abandon. I miss laughing with him. I miss his unique outlook on life. I miss his art. I miss his hugs. I miss so many moments that will not happen again. They have passed with him. I could not mourn with the group that met today to remember. I was in a rehearsal; and, somehow that was appropriate. Ed always pushed me to make art and to live my life within it. I have cried many times this day; something I rarely do. I feel a sense of acceptance I didn't allow last year. Now, I suppose I am able to truly and genuinely miss my dear friend.

Ed taught me so many things about art, dance, teaching, and myself. The lesson I carry with me daily is how it FELT to be loved unconditionally. He loved me unconditionally, and in the moment I was in; it's the best gift I've ever received. In a world where people have many expectations of who I was, am or will be; Ed loved me without reservation in every moment we shared. I do my absolute best to pass that gift forward. I can do so simply because I KNOW how wonderful it feels to be loved that way. Thank you, Ed Tyler.

Poetry on a Bar-Nap at Kramer's w/ Shallom:

Commitment to Breathing

Presenting itself in many forms,
The greatest temptation is silence.
To not say the words pouring out of my soul.
Not make the dance unfolding in my head.
Not teach what I know.
Not tell you how I feel.
Not hold you close to my soul the way I do.
Not even to breathe.
Exhale.

Running...

Running is my freedom.

Love, the ultimate trap.

NO.

I’m running to a better me,

Finding freedom from the trap.

Running into your love…

No walls,

No borders,

No boundaries.

Just trust.

Contact.

Running to you, I am found.

6 May 2007

Halloween on a bar-nap...

Shallom, Meghan, Sam, Ilya, & k.k. wrote some words...

Two members of the waking dead,
Two pimped out 70's throw-backs,
And one pricey pussycat.

A night to remember...
All Hallow's Eve.

The freaks are out tonight!
- Shallom


THRILLER!!
Heeee-Heeee!

p.s. I'm supaFly's Ho & Kelly is her Pussy.
- Sam

Ode to Ho
Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia...
Bitch, where's my money?
- Meghan

Une fée morte
sur les granits de metro
And I was hitchhiking...
(something in Russian that I don't know the keystrokes for....)
- Ilya

To be a cat...
Pussy, if you will.
Sexy, Powerful,
with fluid grace enhanced by
the mystery of feline ways.
Cross me at your peril.
Love me and perhaps...
I may scratch-
or, purr.
You must take the chance,
Pet me.
-k.k.