by dawnd | May 15, 2006 | Personal
Wheels turn. I dodge the little dogs in my path, riding no hands, but I am feeling free. Two stage balls are in my back pack and four acrylics. The sunshine and seaside wake me up, and the ride gets my blood flowing. I fight my dress as it exposes too much, it...
by dawnd | Jan 24, 2006 | Street performing
I’d love to wonder through the trees, I’d pick up rocks, and climb into the breeze. I’d walk through the swamp, looking for eyes, I’d sit there for hours, a little spy. I’d juggle everything I could find, If I ate it, my mom...
by dawnd | Jan 9, 2006 | Personal
I’ve been waiting for months, in anticipation, dreaming of this wild ride. It has been so long now that I had forgotten what it felt like, the memories have faded and I can’t feel it or smell it, and barely can see it in my mind. I feel so awkward and...
by dawnd | Nov 6, 2005 | Personal
Runs through my apartment daily…The phone will ring of the hook, There is a parade, or protest twice a week taking over the streets in front, Artists, crystal lovers, Taoists, jugglers, writers, singers philosophers, staff spinning, hooping, and all sorts of...
by dawnd | Oct 15, 2005 | Personal
Look into the crystal balls and see what you see, It is the future, everything, all, including you and me. Would you make a judgement call, and change what is to be? Aye, but that’s where one would fall, don’t trap yourselves’ the key, Fear, slowly...
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