Leaving is easy.
1. Teagan.
Yin and InnerYoga class in San Francisco, December 2014. I am folded into an intentionally uncomfortable balasana. I am wearing Continue reading “Leaving”
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DJ Vita
Vita is invited to make her debut as a local tango DJ in the Bay Area, with not one but two gigs in one weekend. She accepts that graciously, as a favor, and as an honor. She takes care to prepare two completely different lists, no songs overlapping. I, semi-jokingly, semi-teasingly, ask if she would take requests. Continue reading “DJ Vita”
The Giver
As we dance the other night, you feel nimble and well rested, and you smell like you are attracted to me, although I am not sure if that’s really me or someone else. Your right shoulder cracks just a little bit.
During the performance break I find a nice high perch to sit on, you stand nearby. I motion you to come closer, closer. Continue reading “The Giver”
Dilettante, Polymath
Я – хронический дилетант.
Говорю и пишу на чужом языке с акцентом и нервами. Говорю на родном языке с запинкой. Continue reading “Dilettante, Polymath”
The Beginning of Tango
It all began when Bill went to Iraq. Bill was tall, young, smart, handsome, recently single, and down-to-earth – for a software engineer anyway. I don’t recall Bill ever going to those video game parties the other guys were so fond of.
At Karen’s ballroom dance class in College Park, a girl introduced herself to Bill: “My name is Honey. As something sweet.” Bill responded: Continue reading “The Beginning of Tango”
Love letters understated 