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Category: Stasia Ward Kehoe

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Four laughs vibrate in harmony,WarmDeliciousReal.

audition, laughter, real

Stasia Ward Kehoe

I feel his arm Lightly Over me.He takes one of my outstretched hands.Draws it beneath my stomach.”One more time…”This is not sex,Not friendship. SomethingStrangeSpecialIn the stillness of his breath,The waterlike way he moves.He is making a dance.We are making a dance.

Stasia Ward Kehoe

The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me

contemporary-fiction, music, verse-novel, young-adult-fiction

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Dare I tell them that since I came here to danceI have been giving pieces of my body awayTo ridiculous diets,To repeated injuries,To Remington?And that maybeI thinkWith each bit of my bodyI lose a little piece of my soul

loss, sadness, soul

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Does it matter that people and thingsHave words,Have names?If not,Why read any book?A litany of useless lettersDetached from bone, muscle.Or are words the only things that make the muscle, bone, memory, movement,PersonReal?

questions-in-life, words, writing

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Do I dare ask him for what I want,As if I knew it,Could find it on some pageIn some chapterIn some book?

Stasia Ward Kehoe

It is strange to hear my wordsRead back to me.I don’t think I wrote themTo have them ever leave the page.I think I only writeWhat happens across my brainWhen my feet are too weary To dance anymore.

dance, words, writing

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Dare I tell them that since I came here to danceI have been giving pieces of my body awayTo ridiculous diets,To repeated injuries,To Remington?And that maybeI thinkWith each bit of my bodyI lose a little piece of my soul

loss, sadness, soul

Stasia Ward Kehoe

Does it matter that people and thingsHave words,Have names?If not,Why read any book?A litany of useless lettersDetached from bone, muscle.Or are words the only things that make the muscle, bone, memory, movement,PersonReal?

questions-in-life, words, writing

Stasia Ward Kehoe

It is strange to hear my wordsRead back to me.I don’t think I wrote themTo have them ever leave the page.I think I only writeWhat happens across my brainWhen my feet are too weary To dance anymore.

dance, words, writing