Wild Grass

Wild Grass

Right hand on the barre, I lift my leg into passé, placing my ribs over my hips, and sending energy down my supporting leg. I fix my gaze in front of me, and exhale. I gently bring my right arm to meet my left, forming a beautiful arc, a continuation of the shape. ...
Compare and Despair

Compare and Despair

I’m standing in line to sing at an audition, after making it past the dance cut.  I’m going over my lyrics, lyrics I know like the back of my hand and seem to have suddenly forgotten, and then I hear them being sung back through the closed door. The woman in the room...
Creative Recipe

Creative Recipe

Purple against green, my yoga mat lays on the forest floor, over roots and dirt, on a slight uphill slant. My hands raise to a prayer high over my head and above me, a circle of sky through the tops of the trees. I dive down to the mat, fingertips placed for a moment...
Learning to Dance

Learning to Dance

I may feel broken, but my arms still move. I may feel empty, but my feet are gliding across the floor. There is a tightness in my chest, but I hear the beat, count to 8, and leap. 74th Street waits outside, alongside the bustle of Fairway Market, horns, and the Upper...
Thoracic Time

Thoracic Time

Ice, heating pad, yoga mat. I breathe in, slowly bringing my knee to my chest, exhaling on the count as I hold. One, two, three, four, five. I look up at my ceiling and slowly cross my knee to the opposing shoulder, feeling the cushion of my mat beneath, and placing...