She Swings with High Elbows, by Anthony Shank |
Someone give her back her childhood.Someone eat ice cream at midnight.Dance like Fred Astaire, be herKnight in Shining Armor.But now she stands with wide open feet.The unmistakeable strength of a Woma...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 23:22:00 GMT |
Sticking to my words like glue |
Words, words, words, windows and air.
We fly, we bound, we walk without care.
And never wonder at the marvels of our deeds.
Because someone is doing it better, its something they don't need.
So water ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
Just thoughts in my head |
I dreamt of two snakes bracelting my leg, they were intertwined.
They bit me as I pulled them off. Noone could see them, noone came to my rescue.
Somehow a knife appeared in my hands and I cut their n...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:44:00 GMT |
The Big Funk on podcast!! |
This past weekend I was invited to join Martin Denton and a few other indie theatre artists in the first podcast of Indie Theatre Now. Visit the New Theatre Cast blog below for more information....
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 14:27:00 GMT |
Leaving Home |
I've packed my bags, tommorrow I'm back to where I guess I belong... after this trip home, I'm not so sure. I've thought about cutting my hair, I've thought about staying, I've had some headaches, som...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 23:40:00 GMT |
Moments before aging |
There are these moments that can happen only in New York City. Amidst some of the darkening clouds there are nights like lastnight. When coming home late, my mood was enhanced as I walked through a wi...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:37:00 GMT |
On it's head |
The world is on it's headI hit mine the other nightAnd my stomach hasn't been rightThey ask if I'll be ok if he staysHe who kissed me calls but I'm calling for anotherAnd everything is a botherCause I...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 14:35:00 GMT |
A poem painted on the wall of my bathroom in G'ville |
There is a brokenessout of which comes the unbroken,a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.There is a sorrowbeyond all grief which leads to joyand a fragilityout of whose depths emerges...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 19:18:00 GMT |
