I am trying to make sense out of the intersection of literature/narrative and dance. In the creation of Tundra, I started with a series of questions. What is it to be a woman in the world, alone?
Infinity
She dragsherself outfrom within
quick shallowbreathsand stands
tilts her head opensher mouth hears the earthan echoing tomb
and how does she knowwhat a tomb is
this woman withouta...
THOUGHTS ON THIS FRIDAY NIGHT
I went to the Chabad House
For Shabbat services and dinner
They sing with passion
The men locked arms
I still can’t help but...