Biting one’s lip, arranging the cuff on a sleeve
Night Games
A cordial invitation to whimsy and mayhem
Her left hand spoken voraciously, while her right hand tucked in her pocket
It’s in the small sounds, that happen after dark
Maquette Verde
The way she would just slightly sway with her gin, her grin
Lion Tamer
After the clock strikes, the sound still remains
The courtyard, a theatre of shadow at night
A phenomenon: He would arrive, and she would completely disappear
His gaze, a vexation | Her voice, a sigh
Staying attuned to darkness
A temperament much like my own
Falling softly, glancing slowly
The small hours
By the sculpture, in the garden, at sunset
It occurred to me when I crossed the threshold
An Impression (Amarillo)
Scene Act 41
Afternoon chemistry turns mathematical strategies into poems
Soft encounters
A memory I have from a letter you wrote…
Near the courtyard, come at 8 sharp
An unfamiliar myth that explains our desire for aloneness and togetherness
A short poem about common things that happen when one slows down, (stanza 1- 2)
It can happen when we least expect it
A martini, a balcony, a skyline
No one tells you how to wait
A witness comes, beckoned from beyond
Set design for a play that happens on the back of a postcard
A message that was always among us
The secret that only comes out in a whisper
A short play about a widow and window
I felt it when we met
A memory that holds like a shelter
Kindred
Your shadow/An embrace
While there is still daylight
The equation we move between
Valiant postures/A ruse! A ruse!
Mirth and entanglements
The Frequency of Objects
The Shorthand Typist
A map pointing to a chorus set to perform a century ago
Her signature was always obscured by his shadow
Of Signs and Shadows
To repeat a movement; To make a monument
Stations En Route pt. 1
Scenes from a play about death, triumph and the common good of man
Communion
Measurement of a shadow
Declarations to the sun,
Blue Bounty
Set design No.21 for a performance on how to disappear
Static objects make sounds
A path around monuments
Between Objects and Time
Victoria/Veronica: The Figment Between Us
She hid everything in that mouth of hers
