Quotes from Stasia Ward Kehoe

Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous diets, To repeated injuries, To Remington? And that maybe I think With each bit of my body I lose a little piece of my soul

Four laughs vibrate in harmony, Warm Delicious Real.

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

It's the start of something loud and soft, classic jazz and wordless love song, free and entangled: forgiving yourself for being human, for the things you want to grab hold of, own and giving yourself permission when you need to let go.