“ It is not the place of the theatre to show the correct path, but only to offer the means by which all possible paths may be examined.” Augusto Boal Power is in thetell me more
unwelcome visitors- a personal narrative
The ground reached us faster than the stream of light flashing over our heads. Our foreheads pushed together as she searched for my hand along the grainy concrete. Anticipating her to say something, my palmtell me more
an expected journey
My mother’s tears look lavender gray against the shadows of the train smoke. They seep into her face, filling the creases of crow’s feet stretching from her eyes. She looks younger this way, around mytell me more
unsettled business- a slam poem
The poem below is a slam poem I’ve written in honour of the new blog of created. It is a poem made to be performed due to sound devices and the rhythm within the piecetell me more