Freestyle

In the story the mermaid meets up with a fisherman a few times. The wish for her to be on land with actual legs is granted. Initially it works out for them, but the trouble is, with each step she feels sharp pains, like stepping on knives. She longs for the sea. She’s...

A Crutch

I reach up, open the screen door, and slide the stop flap in place. The gesture is a clue for the dogs that it’s time to come inside. But since my fracture they know I’m slower, and care less if they’re in or out. And they’re timid. The crutches are strange. New...

(Standing) In Place

                                                                              Sittin’ on a pin, too tired to get up                                                                                                                      Johnny Watson   I’m standing, after...

The Barrow Poem

  Out my window it’s raining and if I were to walk outside I would be in the rain, and I think of the short poem by William Carlos Williams, that you probably know. I wondered why the word barrow was separated out in the poem, from wheel. I only now discovered barrow...

We (the people)

In South India in February, March and April 1997 we kept our hands off banisters when we visited friends in the Metropole Hotel and didn’t hold onto railings of rickshaws. We stopped sticking our fingers in our mouths and washed our mangos, papayas and bananas before...

Now, Where Was I?

I can’t find the Atlas Theater. I drive in circular patterns through CU’s Boulder campus. Like a dream, something is familiar (I went to school here). When I’m lost I follow random people. I follow another car through the Do Not Enter sign, which takes me right there....

Light

Look. This is your world! You can’t not look. There is no other world. This is your world; it is your feast.  ~Chögyam Trungpa   “You may not feel the light, but you are the light.” That’s going to be my topic tonight, I decide. I am outside the studio before...

The Dance

The temple bell is done But the sound keeps ringing Out of the flowers   ~ Matsuo Bashō     The particular movements are familiar. Hug ground stretch and throw a leg over, curl up to sit. Melt down again. Hello moving body. Hello studio walls, torso, arms,...

Katharine Kaufman

Katharine Kaufman

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