sometimes when my brain is congested, it coughs, and words come out.

crawl in and pull the shadows close.
i listen to the perfect echoes,
the thunder of your blood and bones; 
it’s here i find the secrets
that keep storms away.

- thedustdancestoo

that moment you see that Joseph Gordon-Levitt announces your tiny story is being turned into a film for the hitRECord TV show. 

*awkward celebratory dance*

don’t forget,
our skin 
and bones
are living
memories.

- the dust dances too

“and here, with you, i wonder if we have the power to control weather. or waves. to mold patterns and movements and air with our hands and our lips. we are unpredictable and destructive and perfect (aren’t we?). i wonder if we might be deities, or just children— lost and aimless, swept away and clinging to each other. hoping. dreaming. touching nature and praying for something beautiful.”

we will find old oceans
dark and deep and sun-lined
where we breathe
together
pressed against
we feel (everything)
as the waves leave
their marks on us 
and through us
the earth will know
the meaning of love.

- the dust dances too

we keep still. adolescent gods
of skin and splendor and dewy oak
counting the worlds we will conquer
once our wings grow. and softly
you say that eternity is somewhere here
in the moonlight and air, that it could be ours
if i would just lean in close and take it.

- the dust dances too

this orbit of atoms, yours and mine,
pulses and electrical patterns
(there are suns less bright than this)
the verses we write when we run
arms spread and winged,
leaving traces of light behind.

- thedustdancestoo

this is a video i made that won first prize for the Wake Up the World film competition. i get to fly to LA to meet with an NBC Executive, so thanks to everyone who voted for me to get to the final round!

if you haven’t watched it yet, check it out!

keep being creative and telling your story. let’s wake up the world! 
the dust dances too


how do i show my love with these lungs?
imperfect, quivering.
the whispers of calloused words
and clumsy lips
can move the sea
(and light heaven)
there is a rhythm we share,
perfect and flawed,
a way we love and breathe,
as if we are both gods and animals.

-the dust dances too

for you
i write with horizons,
fused pulsations 
of light 
and burning skies.
what a dangerous place this,
what i have carved
love into
a whisper in your hand, a kiss,
it is all i have to give.

the dust dances too