In the graveyard of St Peter’s Church in Philadelphia, once

It’s common lore in theatre never to put a baby

In the front: the hoochie. In the back: the coochie.

I feel about Malson the way I feel in a bath gone

We met opening night.I sat, curious. A stranger. Sensed the

“This machine kills fascists,” this garden grows ketchup, and Alexandra

Samuel Pepys is concerned about his dick. Excuse me, his

You can’t see the Delaware River,Instead, you see Philadelphia’s junk.

January 11, 1938. Captain Musick in command of the Pan

Writers of dance have told me, “write what you see.”Well,

Action is Primary is not a ballet. Action is Primary is a

Towards the end of her work Lasso Belly, Christina waxes poetic-casual

Milky Way comes into view softly and from the right; Sarah