New Jersey is My Home
Home is where I feel sand between my toes
And smell freshly made boardwalk funnel cake
Sandcastles are washed away by the tide
Home is where the pine barrens stand...
I began by writing my own set of directions. I created my directions with timed free-writings, in an attempt to take my brain to the same place it goes when I do movement improvisation.
Time is a surgeon
I am a spoke.Turning clockwise, notat all the wiser.Choices dig their roots intosoil without my consent but Iwater them anyway.A mossy...
Notes from the Dance Critics Panel Discussion, November 2007, in which dancers and choreographers argue with local dance critics about the role and appropriateness of each other's work.
Crimson
What makestonight's tropical wind so coldI wonder how the trees will surviveCome and kill me, engulf mein your wild currentsin you, I have heard,...
Climb the stairs. Take the call.
Stand by the old green chair.
Don’t sit down.
Hear your mother say
It’s cancer.
Don’t answer right away.
Clamp down your fear
before you...
Editor's Note: These poems appear in Breaking the Blank, available from Day Eight: https://bit.ly/3VbR9vL.
Seduction
Seduction…
Drag my finger downtheir spine thenbreathe them in.
The more pages the...
