Dance Capsule #4

But when happiness is an Event that

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

is a dancer, choreographer and performer living and working in New York City.

beyond chance and control

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

Radicalism itself may not be revolutionary anymore, but gratuitous.
 As sex in television.

Perineal Visitor (Poem)

Dance Capsule 02


she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

a body is a host is a webshop

Five Poems

Atrophy of Fate


Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk


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