Author Archives: dustforthedancers

About dustforthedancers

Poet, creative, cultural and community seeder, feeder, maybe one day I'll be a leader. Of my own path at least...

Some new writing…

We paint the skies with our ignorance. Too scared to feel the sun for the sun, And the moon for the moon. Our knowledge is bound up in an existence of incomplete, Unaware of where we can take it, How … Continue reading

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Confusion

Confusion rains down hard, can’t reign it in. Lost in the midst of self doubt and uncertainty. Relentless. Torrents of heavy flow flood my clear vision. Tears at the edge of the bank, trying to build a bridge to overcome. … Continue reading

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Catch my love poem

Generosity lies within every smile, teeth bared brightly. Wide eyes wink gratitude for a moment shared. Steps increase in buoyancy, bounce and belly rises in a uprising of butterfly wings. That heart set a flutter, and flushes crimson. As crimson … Continue reading

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A Solo Performer Seeks Residency

There is some thing about a daily creative practise that makes me really excited… and gung ho!! Like purposeful, structured writing… slightly controlled, punctual, I don’t want to say contained, but I suppose in a sense there is something really … Continue reading

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Gratitude and all things gushy…

It has been a while since I shared upon these screened pages of the interweb. I have recently returned from Bali, Indonesia, where I rested, connected, shared smiles and laughter, made new family and was inspired. This is some thing … Continue reading

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Days like these – part 2

It’s days like these that having me wanting to scream “fuck the world, and every benign creature that resides within it” Every molecule of wanting to punch, fist first, deep into the psyche of existence and tell it to wake … Continue reading

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Days like these

It’s days like these that have me smiling sadly. That keep a grin on my face without falling. Smile forced and stained with silent and dry tears. Confusion reigns or rains. Heavy chest needs cracking open, but how? An appreciation … Continue reading

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