Taffy
My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky. Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain bin of a gift soft by the hermit crabs. Come buy as...
“Don’t Lose Sleep Over It”I dislike it when people say,
“Don’t lose sleep over it.”Chances are, I probably will.
No matter how miniscule the item in...
School Yard Games
I.
Huddled
still
too many of us
for the
old oak to hide
We wait
silent
tap, tap, tap our shoulders
giggles erupt
II.
Crouched
under
the desk, knees up heads...
Dead Man's Toenails
Every time I look down, there he is—thick disease-ridden hooves for nails,
dad's gift to me. I've resented them my entirelife. Briefly the...
"Blogs are a part of an ever-deepening pool of ‘new media’, and dance, like the rest of the world, is quickly diving in." Local dancer and writer Stephanie Yezek investigates the local pool.