Pinch me, I'm dreaming and Wait for the Wedgie

Well, that was dreamy. I just got back from Silo and am already fantasizing about my next trip.

Here are a pair of improvs from this morning that I'm thinking need to be sandwiched together into a clowny dance solo. For the past 3 years I've been in love with this music by Rupa and the April Fishes, which was recommended to me by a favorite Italian teaching dance artist, Giorgio Rossi.

Enjoy! Armpit stains, wedgie picks, and all!

watch "mal de mer"

and then

watch "plus que moi"

Silo!

I have a residency at Silo Kirkland Farm this weekend! I knew it would be dreamy, but turns out its mind bogglingly amazing and dreamy. I have met 4 friendly dogs and horses, roamed around muddy trails, and noodled in a barn studio all day. I don't quite know what to do with myself! One idea: roll around in a sweat suit to epic tunes: Watch on the YouTube

Commuter Prose

Birthday Poem

"Just have fun," she said.

This morning, I woke up 25.
There's still a five-year-old chick in my eyes.
First thought?
I should have gotten that tattoo.
Let's go for a ride.

My car is parked under I-95 which is framing a thickly pink sunrise.
6 miles, 7 minutes.
I'm playing traffic games with XPN under the channel 6 hot air balloon.
My dimples are hugging my cheek bones.
Every follicle on my scalp appreciates your best wishes.

The sunrise is behind me now and I'm staring at a mack truck butt.
Clouds emerge and I guess we're all growing older.

"2 ounces of fun," said my Wegman's espresso man.
Dear Breakfast Sandwich,
I love you, prematurely.

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