This was one of the few classic poem style pieces that I actually wrote for stage. I wanted to explore the juxtaposition between the tangible and the emotional. And where better to do that than on stage, with my own body trying to emote things my mind created?
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
GHOSTS OVER TEA – a poem
You are in my conversations. You are part of my conversations. You are in every breath even as I’m profoundly me.
A poem about attraction and affection crossing borders.
My truth comes calling,on an international phone callSounding exactly likeevery other person who thinksthey have something important to say Except this one always doesFor sure, her words are truth,her truths truer.She thinks I need to be better,work harder, be smarter at my job I know, I know, I haven’t done…
I was used to standing alone. And you came by. And gave me a whole new dimension to togetherness and alone.
A poem of delirium when the pain has transcended escape.
