Holy Motha Freakin Gosh

Emotional intellect is growing. It's new territory. Without labels for what they feel or are signaling. Hoping for reality. Working at presence. No it's not ironic, the 90's are a period piece! My eyes are changing. My sight is the same. And, "politics". Remember Desert Storm? How American that sounded. A soldier named Sean O'dell came to our third grade class and probably said something meaningful. He was strong and he was a hero and I always wanted to touch him. And they're still fighting (over there). Like something is about to pop. I think we are long past pop. I think we're about to get the feeling back in our legs. And learning to walk is frustrating when in your head, not only could you dance but 'oh! Could YOU dance?!'

"Happy Stuff" I wanna new car, Daddy. That's what's gonna make me... happy. Driving down the road, To where no one goes. Yes! That's what's gonna make me happy. I wanna new house, Daddy. That's what's gonna make us happy. Up on the highest hill. You can pay the bills, And I'll treat you, crappy. See, that's what's gonna make us happy. Let's have a baby, daddy. That baby's gonna make life happy. The car is old, And the house is cold. And, boy, time is snappy. (God, this better make me happy.) I want my money, Daddy!!! That's what's gonna make him happy. Since you sold our home, Left us all alone, And bought that new car- Cadi. You still half this boy's daddy! Don't you care if he goes happy?! I want a new bike, daddy. That's what's gonna make me happy. With a seat foam. All that shiny chrome, Silver streamers flapping. Promise, it'll make me happy.

You think I am teaching this class  Because my body is old, I can no longer jump and soar like a hawk in the sky. But my lines are bamboo swords. And these tempos are embedded in me.  I owe my rent every month. Like a machine it runs, Why can't I? I struggle with engaging my toes to the floor. The work is nothing less; it needs not much more. Where I place myself, Is where my song will score. The pianist played "Till There Was You" As we adagio, carving clay in the ground. In this studio. Inside this city.  I was able to see myself this morning, Trying. Again, to be found.

"Hungry as a Mother" From where I sit, Everyone is wearing many different shoes. The brands and bindings abound, From inner soled mole, To open toed guru. The lady next to me sits with the tops of her feet set slightly pressed to the floor. A man sensibly crosses his legs at the ankles, His shoes padded-black-water-proof, Velcro, two strips in a row. I whiff a waft of salami, I dream of hard cheese and dry wine. Our walk through the park... towards the music is unique and sublime. I see a mother in the park prepare to breast feed, She is enjoying a slice of pizza and some crackers and sliced salami. Her husband lays casually playing with their eldest daughter and his iPhone. She is hungry and it cues her to feed her baby. As she eats a slice of pizza listening to the strings that play beautiful music under the chiffon blanket of cool summer dusk. I want that slice of pizza, A piece of salami would be a golden morsel. Is She somewhe

"Hollywood" Hollywood: it's a rush on the street it'll mad dog you it's bittersweet frozen yogurt a tempo beat warming the very cold of you Hollywood it's dangerous and so beautiful it's a must it will steal you leave you love you hang you by a thread and not come even close to appeasing you Hollywood can't spell and is one intelligent catch Hollywood is the best sex I've ever had some might think that so sad it's a cockroach I won't kill Because I'm a spiritual bitch now so Don't fuck with Hollywood it is a dream just like the movies exactly as scene on your rapidly obsolete television screen.

I hear the buzzing of my computer and the charger is in the wall. We are so well... connected... How great the great does fall. We splatter each other like bugs on an un-metaphorical wall. There is something wrong with the way we all have gone. The road less traveled has become too comfortable to be on. There is something we have missed and something we have turned on. Lesson to be lessened and action to stand upon.  I want to, but am scared- to gather Like a Janis Joplin song  Fighting hate crimes and terrorism feels like screaming a silent song.  I hold my loved ones tighter, now this boat we stand upon. Will be rocked. Has been rocked.  I guess we all now just live in shock. From the power we've turned on.  From the power we've turned on. 

Currently in rehearsals for new musical, 'I Only Have Eyes For You' opening at The Ricardo Montalban Theatre May 13th. Los Angeles Theater Preview: I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU – THE LIFE AND LYRICS OF AL DUBIN (Ricardo Montalban Theatre in Hollywood) Discount Tickets on Goldstar

"Small people" The city below the hill Is full of funny men. They speak directly to their children And small talk the cashier Their sweats ride their buttocks like cotton wave s plunging the sand They lean and pose And cross one ankle Their Grace is dopey and cold. When they ask you a question the answer best be aligned with weight And a dash of flirt and humor could take your aspirations along the bering straight Smile at the girl The pretty dark hair that just happened in the door Funny men Are many things to the dancers and the whore.

There once was a small girl who had a voice as big as the sky. When she sang the birds danced, and when she spoke the clouds agreed. She knew many things. There once was a small boy who had no voice at all. his outsides felt teeny, his insides too tall. He would hide behind grass blades, and sneak behind snails... Until one fateful day, Intersect, Did their trails. She pointed at his thumb bone. Pronouncing, "You are gifted and strong!" He laughed and caught a sound so foreign that it caused him alarm. Shaking his head furiously she abruptly explained, "You're a drummer. A magician of sound. Inside you lies a rhythm that has no limit or bound." He closed his small eyes and let out a deep sigh and began slightly tapping on the top of his thigh. "Do you feel that tremble?", the girl exclaimed "Keep going!" So he did. Stronger, again just the same. But this time he added a cymbal on his knee, while tapping his toe on the