Eva while she is working

papered on the wall

Bill while Eva is working

papered on the wall

Music past partition

Eva working on the wall

Anna says the Project

Eva working on the wall

Claire types on the table

Eva working on the wall

Call me on the line

adjusting paper on the wall

Bill with push pins

Eva  working on the wall

Anna says the Project

Eva pushes on the wall

Eva while she is working

papered on the wall

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

If the only entry point is animal.

If the only entry point is animal is dog on the ground is harpoon.

If the only entry point is animal is dog on the ground is harpoon then this is dead narwhal then these are two grips.

Then these are two fists are maracas.

This is a wide-open sound, held as to knot.

And this is the regal gorilla performing its solo, a series of figure eight gestures with one grand finale.

I’m just

coming back

…………………..from Atlantic City

where I lost a bundle

Our Dance (II)

a grammar we

have

not

mastered

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

Our Dance (I)

Our dance is an agitation.

Dance (again)

We barely hear

the train

cannot be here

without

You know

your body

Anna says

Here we are

Intimacies in the Port Authority

Metabolical forces

will connect the dots

with the shadow

force you have going here

either the force was working with me

let the shadow I

want to inform you of something

work with the shadow

second Nostradamus

work the shadow

Gallery

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Jason Riker, Riker Productions

photo: © 2009 Bill Hayward

photo: © 2009 Bill Hayward

We cannot see the window.

By we we mean we.

By window.

The bruise

lengthens,

dark cloud

horizontal

We are coming open.

The song    keeps us close.

We can forget    or forgive

Not both.

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