Dance floor drop. C’mon, let’s dance.

I wrote a poem and a song based on some experiences and dreams. Sunday Jazz Brunch (written for BC) I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch Bacon, eggs, home fries, coffee, and jazz. Relaxing in our robes and slippers Reminiscing about…

Dance floor drop. C’mon, let’s dance.

Full moon energy perhaps. I'm going with that. (written for BC)

(written for BC) I wrote this after completing clean up of two large art displays honoring Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women and Girls. This work is ceremony. I wanted to also reflect as this Pride Month seems even more special this year…

Dance floor drop. C’mon, let’s dance.

Full moon energy perhaps. I'm going with that. (written for BC)

Dance floor drop. C’mon, let’s dance.

Full moon energy perhaps. I'm going with that. (written for BC)

Full moon energy perhaps. I'm going with that. (written for BC)