Poems from Virginia, #1

I am the soil upon which the rest of my life grows. Once depleted forever gone. I am the gardener.

Does it feel good to till one’s own ribcage? Tear through the intercostals? Rip up the transverse obliques. What are you searching for, with this “tilling”?

The diaphragm underneath; the hummus of good clean soil depends on its layers of padding. Till up my body

take away my parka

feel fertile and free for just moments and then die.

Leave me uncovered. Leave me in a pile of leaves. Leave me buried in the earth and reap my bounty.

One Last Poem from New York

the pace with which we have been rattling

about is unsustainable


Go back to your childhood

cherry pick memories


get lost in a story

and don’t come out


unless it is to confront yourself

for real

your adult self

in the true, physical world

Poems from New York, #24

You ask me if I will miss New York

New York the city – not the people

my answer:


quite honestly.

New York is the reason I am leaving New York Virginia is the reason I am coming home.

Poems from New York, #23


Today I wonder if I’ve been running from my future

The way I’ve never learned she ran

Did she know all along

What is means to stay in the house all day

(The homeplace)

And not come out?

Or at one point, like me, did she move to New York City?

I don’t know, I can’t remember

Both her life and my 5th grade project on it

Seem so long ago.

Poems from New York, #22

Why is it easier to gain weight than to lose it? Because the universe is expanding? Or simply because our lifestyle privileges one over the other? Or is it not easier at all? I have only ever felt the momentum to stay exactly as I am.

Poems from New York, #21

my move(s) back to Virginia

the first step in an agrarian lifestyle

twenty-first century style

surrender glamour

go home

live consciously

take time

eat well

work hard

sleep long

dance huge

be kind

rest easy

this is politics.

this is choice.

this is real life.


Some thoughts on Radiator, by Hilary Easton + Co. at Gibney Dance, 280 Broadway

Radiator, Hilary Easton + Co. May 13, 2017, 8pm. Gibney Dance, Agnes Varis Performing Arts Center, 280 Broadway, New York, NY 


there’s a lot of space between my body and yours until there’s not


once you know what I’m doing are you still interested?


Is it interesting/ is it possible to write about dance/ art without writing about internal experience?


pretend until it becomes real

candy bars burning 

you’re so cold I can’t touch you

spoked through

evening time

burned the candy wrappers to keep me warm