Sonnets for Dancer XXXIII

How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…

Sonnets for Dancer XXXII

Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into…

Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…

Daring, deep do you make the grade: neither a letter complete nor so inclined as to chase…

Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…

Count on these hours to pirouette and fall into places unmentioned, continuous, extolled as sunken cities’s tale,…

If wine makes us dizzy and head turns elapse as time takes us, busy and dead-tired, contracts…

Smoothing glissades sweep away the days of bursting periwinkle kaleidoscopically sealing a brain of unfettered frays into…

A princess, you, may be an offer to a prince since kisses due lay kings’ hands wrung…

Gleaning sheaves from your minute denials, I will harvest a cake for your returning sun. Floating ballon…