There is a hydrangea, there is a hollyhock I dreamed of you; I’ll keep dreaming until you realize Until we in our fallible humanness realize. I reach out to touch a wisp of hair, a single curl An arm comes around my bicep When I turn under my arm and look back at this town,Continue reading “An update: January 10, 2022”
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Poems from Virginia, #3
Death deserves its own uncovery That’s like a discovery that’s been hiding under the surface Flip over that large flat stone And that discarded log View the beetles and worms Feed on the dead Detritus From ashes to ashes From dirt thus is life I worry about you, up there So far from the soilContinue reading “Poems from Virginia, #3”
Poems from Virginia, #2
Short Poem for Dancing Bones When is warmer, I want to know? I want to work, to think and grow. ~ This March weather has me still and Bound. I want to lie upon the ground.
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 soilContinue reading “Poems from Virginia, #1”
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: no. 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
E.D. 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,Continue reading “Poems from New York, #23”
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 video there’s a lot of space between my body and yours until there’s not seascape once you know what I’m doing are you still interested? radiator Is it interesting/ is it possible to writeContinue reading “Some thoughts on Radiator, by Hilary Easton + Co. at Gibney Dance, 280 Broadway”