On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

​More but less When you add nine Get a number less plus ten Seven arrives sixteen This is how time goes It is not the thing you are waiting What you are doing If the universe was big enough We could find many thing out In a sustainable future you can ask odd questions Pick your team imagine eight around you I never liked that number  Plus you is nine I think you all could do everything Survive every challenge Nine point seven billion nine hundred million teams

Crisis brought us together It was nobody's first choice Square is a shape well at home Elongated we give certain things new names Burst of creativity is not victory Constrained by words and number

The long sleeve shirt the most surprising surfing equipment When I think of the sun I think of the surfer The sun and board can be equally rough Sand bars bring waves to order you can only see to believe Nothing is done rashly the most important surfing technique When I follow my heart I become the surfer The curved curl of the wave looks completely different from new angles You can breathe inside them as long as you remember to believe Paddling is ninety percent of surfing One last kick all the surfer needs for ever We carve the waves because they would take us down Trim cut cut cut trim cut trim cut cut cut cut cut - never trim trim

Somethings would not belong Cleveland to Seattle  Two mile thick ice Makes most things small Somethings earn the name great Two miles thick ice Makes some beautiful things We define our territory Two mile thick ice Gravel at the ready

​not the lead character So why center stage There used not to be so many of us Why we love choirs A collective voice that comments on the action Intermediary between the actors and the audience More than them and less than us Something lost in translation We think in twos and fours Sevens and nines Thirteen draws few near

I had six grandmas welcoming me here Four were my favorites One had a candy store I was too young to care Red cars with black wheels I always had space I didn't really know her until she didn't know who she was In my memories is all the space she made for me Grandpa in his chair was not concerned So many people in that small house I the smallest had the most space The last time I saw her in one of those large buildings What the word institution would always mean to me I had two of her daughters on each side To protect me from all those that would pinch my cheeks She was a Wheeling now no longer McClelland She remembered who she was with a large smile Folding napkins of her dress We had this picnic in the sun below outside the institution Grandma Eller stopped driving because all of her friends need a ride In nineties I remember her ninety sixth birthday Four years from one hundred never seemed so close She was my first friend from another generation We were close when we visite...