“Maybe he, like me, is engaged in the kind of unspoken rebellion you don't want to perform too brightly since you're never… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Family Copy Share Image
“It is strange to hear my words Read back to me. I don't think I wrote them To have them ever leave… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Dance Copy Share Image
“Wish my life were inside a book So I could turn to the ending, See if it is a love story Or… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Books Copy Share Image
“The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Contemporary fiction Copy Share Image
“I wish I could concentrate on dancing Instead of spending so much time pretending I am still in junior high But with… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Alice Copy Share Image
“Am I lonelier now Than when my sad imagination Had him disappear? Heart torn, Loosing tiny droplets Of sorrow No tape can… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Grief Copy Share Image
“Thank God there are places with sounds that make me cry from beauty, not from pain.” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Beauty Copy Share Image
“Does it matter that people and things Have words, Have names? If not, Why read any book? A litany of useless letters… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Books Copy Share Image
“I feel his arm Lightly Over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach. "One more time..."… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Ballet Copy Share Image
“The tips of my overgrown bangs dip into the wet of my tears. My fingers, forehead, moisten with sweat. I fight the… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Finding Copy Share Image
“Do I dare ask him for what I want, As if I knew it, Could find it on some page In some… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Books Copy Share Image
“Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Loss Copy Share Image
“Her body disappears like my voice When I look too closely in the mirror Without the pages of a notebook, a pen… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I am pretty sure the myth of me Is better than the reality.” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Storytelling Copy Share Image
“What was true and solid begins to slide, dissolve. Your thoughts unravel faster than a satin ribbon Whose edge hasn't been burned… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I play the music of Steven for Steven; ragged, helpless, it owns me, enveloping me with an incomprehensible love -” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Brothers Copy Share Image
“Life is a big story. Music is just one way to tell it, to realize how many tales all kinds of people… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Life Copy Share Image
“Now, the edges of these memories sharpen. I see the cracks in the studio floor beneath her feet, The lack of turnout… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Memory Copy Share Image
“There are more guys than girls in jazz. Next-to-no lady trumpeters (oh, there are a few) but it doesn't matter because, for… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Jazz Copy Share Image
“I've a long time trying to love a brother whose only way of touching me is pain. A long time escaping into… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Brotherhood Copy Share Image
“I hover over myself Watching. Mind and body separated, Each in control As though there are two puppeteers Working the strings of… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Mind and body Copy Share Image
“Is truth here In the ugly unseemliness? The graceless moments Before and after Eyes are watching? In the unballerina The unperformed?” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Truth Copy Share Image
