Contrival

Clarice Lispector an angel human you have me mute and shivering hot. Longing to write dance in a one two step of consciousness. I, as in sou...

We march for life For our survival on an agile globe For a receding reality, one fairer and greener Something better than the world’s ...

I watched as the evening sunlight laced  Shadow patterns across your flank  And I said, ‘But that is for me, what is for you?’ Sensing...

Today The many doors of love are open And we frolic in the dancehall of creatio n Released from yesterday No longer in the fear of tomor...

The art of listening Is a painting that never dries And a dance that does not stop Does that invoke enough arrival, enough stillness...