You can read a longer written down version of the story here. This is my second foray into combining dance with storytelling. The last video focused on hand movements. This one is all about the feet. It was fun thinking up fun locations to film the walking sequences in. Which […]
Do you think the Mississippi river ever says: ” I wish I was as long as the Nile?” Does the Yangtze River in China ever lament the fact it flows in only one country when the Amazon washes across a whole continent? Does the calm Euphrates ever say to swift […]
A pursuit of happiness is hard work, especially when you throw creativity into the mix.
Books provide the best nourishment. On Monday April 11 I will be reading from my novel Graffiti Hack. Vancouver Public Library Downtown Vancouver 6:00 – 8:00 pm Alma VanDusen and Peter Kaye rooms 350 West Georgia Street. Free Copies of Graffiti Hack will be available for sale.
I signed up to participate in the Vancouver Story Slam on March 8th. I took a story from my novel Graffiti Hack and worked on it to shorten it so that it would fit in the 5 minute time limit. My novel is a story that has several stories within […]
I am in pure state of distress. My novel is nearing completion, yet a name for it has not arrived. Thinking about names for this thing is now a daily preoccupation. Part 1 and Part 2 of this story are not helping. So here is a third attempt. Meat metaphorically […]
Last night I jumped out of my bed as the whole world was shaking. A 4.3 earth quake had struck Vancouver at 11:30 pm. This morning, I wrote this poem.
I am half way through the second draft of the next novel. I can see the end coming. It is so close, I can taste it. Yet a name for this creation has not arrived yet. Attempt number 1 is here. I thought it would be cool if I gave […]
Tramezzini is a type of crust-less bread popular in Italy. It’s used in making yummy sandwiches. You can put almost anything in them. I tried to cut them up in interesting ways so that it would like the sandwich exploded and combine it with a poem I wrote called “Last […]
I always obsess about what to name a book. How to capture the full range of happenings yet keep it simple and memorable? An impossible task. To find a selection of few words that when combined express the fullness of what takes 300 pages to describe. I have describes previous […]
A couple of weeks ago I watched a movie by Chris Marker called La Jetée. I was totally mesmerized. Photographs overlaid with narration. So simple. Yet the movie was engaging all the way through. Some strange impulse went through me.”I want to give this a try” I kept thinking to […]
A Fool Makes Love to April One Says to the other You are such a trickster April showers bring an uncanny surprise People adore your beauty It your sense of humor that will be my demise April replies You see me like no other I shall designate an entire day […]
Gravel and Water Made Love One said to the other: You grate me into plops rub me with sizes that shape me wrong Gravel replied: Purity condescending a washes my nature. You tempt well meaning feet to tread where they should not
Sentiments of loneliness and yearning poured into an orange color poem.
Flamenco in English is a long held dream that I had. Finally I made my first attempt at it.
Sand and shadow make love One says to the other You are so glorious That you wedge yourself in secret corners Contemplating a single particle of you Recreates the whole universe Sand replied You are so graceful You allow beauty to eclipse the sun And during the night you […]
The story of the east/west cultural clash told through the viral language of the internet.
With rumbling floods of joy and cracking firestorm of anxiety, I present to you my first novel Graffiti Hack, for sale. About Graffiti Hack: Nelly divides her workdays into two chunks: before lunch, she hacks into high-profile websites to install lavish graphical designs-her own brand of digital graffiti; and after […]
Capturing the spirit of a story of impossible contradictions. I will let you guess which portion of the video I nearly froze my head off while filming
I want to be Purple Purple hair. Purple toes. Purple inside the nose. Not hot. Not cold. Not lukewarm. Purple! Vibrant like the sun. Burning with anguish. Goodbye white teeth My blood no longer red I shall hand out paper towels on street corners drunk with soberness Not blue like […]
Learning from the experience of stage fright during dancing performances, I learn to apply the skill in writing books.
There is a bronze statue by Seward Johnson in Stanley Park of a lady sitting on a bench searching through her purse. People always leave her gifts.
The victory was the beginning of the defeat. I look back at the way I wrote my first book and shake my head with disbelief. Ridicules, stupiduficuleos, Moroniclitionliouse. Superclumsyfitxlilioucious. Should I burn with the fire shame ? Or drench myself with the more comforting waters of laughter. Water and fire […]
