Loop
Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted
to shoot them, our history teacher said.
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He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district
since childhood. Of course we’d heard them
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too: In the silentest part of the night,
their mating...
Limerence“The heart writes in indelible ink”~Steve Almond, “Ecstasy”
I followed you out west,when I was in despair—you took me back, reluctantly.We spent the winter in...
Mid-Thirties
Toddler, pigtails loosening,hides behind her mother’s legs,two tiny hands around one adult knee.Mother leans down,whispers in her daughter’s ear.Child smiles,tilts her head to one...
The founder of dance at Glen Echo discusses the dance scene in Washington in the 1970s and 1980s, and how she worked with the Park Service to create one of the first major local public dance institutions.
My family never identified as Creole. We always identified as Black. Creole was an integral aspect of our lives, but we embraced it as a way of life; we didn't identify as it. As I create this work my thoughts are circling around my Creole ties and notions of bloodlines and legacy.
