Writing On The Wall
Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying
to become a ghost. As in the paid workers of this house left
names on beams...
Easter Night
After a long sleep, I wake,long after the chill of sunrise services in parks,after high heels sinking into wet grass,after even late morning...
Entropy
1.
Omar Khayyam taught usnot to burn our momentsmourning the deadfor they sleep peacefullyin their cold graves.
strange fellow, he was, Omar Khayyamdidn't think much of...
Science 101
Like the universeI’m expanding -sadly, not nearlythe way I had hoped.Our physics teachererroneously told usobjects lose massas they approach the speed of lightand yetas...
Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions
declare love
a superstition
damned to believing itself
we choose not to control
the burning breakdowns in logic
we’ve opened between us
Love, Past Continuous
there are no forevers
for...
A year ago I realized I wasn’t doing what I set out to do. I wasn’t performing, choreographing, or teaching. I was doing some of those things, some of the time, but none were fully realized.