Tyrant-Poem
IWe will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest,and the moon will sing lullabies for thedead;the dead who were mine and did not know how to die peaceful deaths;and...
Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
Barred Owl
Wind ruffles her mask,
white down fringed in black, her dark
eyes steeled to the task.
Hooked beak wide she drills
the air with a caterwaul
of...
PAIN
Incessantly demanding recognition
Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock
Is the knowing.
Knowing we shall not be,
Knowing, though I close the door
It will not...
Boativation (Kayak Poem #22)
Broen and I catch Mother Weather napping,push off into her belly, glide on glassinto the York River. Glittering current requiresthe paddle...
Calliope Teaches Me How to Write
It’s dusk, and these hallowed groundsare motionless and silentOrange radiates from the horizon,and the oak trees loom like shadowsof...
"I think all of my favorite experiences in dance have to do with the way they make me realize how much I don’t know about the world. I know that’s why I keep going to dance."
