Social Motion
My body is an action I can never catch every instant different and new even when I think I am...
My body is an action I can never catch every instant different and new even when I think I am...
A Mexican waltz walks my way. Pancho’s player, tucked in his belt or set on the wall announces him in...
She lives in her room, my mother, like millions of Elders in nursing home land. Her particulars pared down...
Everything in nature grieves but if you sink, if you give up to grief all at once, there’s no air...