People often ask me where I got the name Pheonix Chicken. It is an idea that was born out of the Occupy/Decolonize movement. It was a vision that came to me, one moonlit night, during a fire and water ceremony with activist friends, on a beach in Seattle. Writing the narrative of interdependance… Some humans … More The Origin of Pheonix Chicken
KK and Pheonix are going to the sauna. Driving the Bumble Bee. But there is no parking to be had at either the YMCA or the Coop. They drive in circles, searching for parking. Probably circle the block at least four or five times. On the last pass, they are coming out the alley behind … More Driving in circles
I’m not entirely sure if this answers the question you’re asking, but it’s what came to my mind when reading it: I had a moment during an ayahuaska ceremony (mind you, this was like my 10th ceremony in 5 weeks…) – a moment where I suddenly understood how to manipulate space and time. But I … More manipulating space and time
Because everything I’m seeking is always all around me, all the time.
I have only to wake up and be present.
Open, present, sensing, feeling… … More Amplify the Heart’s Voice
In my sacred space, Finding a violation: an allowing which should not be. I hem and haw, prance round it delicately. “It’s time to go, I’m sorry, you may not be here.” Sacrificing my comfort for the sake of misplaced sympathy. But my masculine self, the warrior Yong, knows immediately. “You. Get the fuck out. … More Defending the boundaries sacred space
Sometimes it feels like my life repeats itself, and I find myself wrestling with the same damn melodrama over and over again. Over and over again. Over and over again… Being chewed up and spit out by one institution after another. And this physical existence, this “school of life”, full of pain and grit and mess. … More The lessons will be repeated until they are learned.
The Little Bird lives in a cage, hanging from a white marble gazebo in a big garden, taken care of by the gardener. She is a plain looking little brown bird. Looking at her, you wouldn’t think there was anything special about her. But the Little Bird sings a very beautiful, very sad song. Her … More Learning to Fly Again
This piece is for a troupe of five to seven dancers/clowns. The movement of the troup is flocking – they move together as a group, as a cohesive organism. The individual people are like molecules, or cells in a body. And depending on their condition, their state changes. They could be solid, liquid, gas. They … More Walking In The Space Between – an ensemble dance piece
This poem grew from a thought-seed, texted to me at 1am in late spring. “The universe is shenanigans. Let’s feel for ourselves.” – Thaddeus Kroening But is it allowed? We, we take our beliefs so seriously. We feel what we are told to feel. We feel that which those who came before us refused to … More The Universe Is Shenanigans
Keep it simple. Set easily achievable goals. Achieve your goals. We have such complex and fully- formed ideas… and we want to bring them forth in their full glory. But while we are still learning, it’s easy to trip over ourselves and make things more complicated than they need to be. Easy to get overwhelmed, … More Breathe. Step forward.