dance #38, water voices

Water voices

7:50 p.m. An 8 minute dance with Gail at the Wednesday Night Jam, Dovercourt House. A soft, curling, rolling dance. Crossing currents. Gail is singing. The dance feels like we are moving through water. I release my voice. The banjo player plays on.

Dancers gather after for a meal of sushi, saki and sapporo, with talk of feminist pornography, insect sex, grant writing, body-work, and later, the weight of ancestors on our tongues.

Alice is asleep in the bedroom while I draw and write. My belly is full and I’m half asleep. It is a cold night after a huge snowstorm. -8 degrees Celsius.

~ by nmyers on January 28, 2009.