Proof of Trust
If you trust me to catch you when you fall to guide you downwards without impact And you fly without fear to ground you your only tether a connection that…
Discipline
A Ballerina stays her hand when reaching for a Danish. Cheese or apple, maybe both, would satiate her anguish. She lost her job, she broke her toe. She somehow…
Those Times
She had wanted to wear her long sleeved leotard that day, but it had been in the wash. This one just had thick straps keeping it on her slight frame as she…
Eight Years Ago
“Oh, look!” It’s an elementary school playground, busy even after school. Green plastic. Nothing special. I walk by it every day after ballet class, hear the…
Always a Dancer
I caress the smooth pink satin between my fingers. Worn with time, the toes have a grayish hue to them, where the material has been danced off. The ribbons are…
The Secret Key to the World of Dance
I pulled the porcelain coffee cup to my lips, as I sat on the wooden stool in my underwear. The sound of a Jimi Hendrix song drifted slowly from my fathers…
Allegro
The laces of her slippers have lost their color and the ends are frayed. She’s almost ashamed to be seen in them, but as soon as the music starts, as soon as…