Words to be looked at

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.

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

Spaces are dancefloors waiting for the drop in order to exist.

souvenir (words)

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

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

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


Perineal Visitor (Poem)

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

notes on ?-based language

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

Maze

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

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

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

Five Poems

ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

Dance Capsule 03