Poems about dance

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

As I breathe, oxygen comes in, I become what I breathe, yet I do not, carbon dioxide goes out.1...

When I’m about to fall, reflex lets me stay tall. Untainted I am not afraid to learn, the only...

The pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into...

Captivate a second through light, reflections cry for me to glance away from the screen that...

Victory tainted is shallow. If to win you stand hollow, beneath there’s a shadow, no roots to feed...