Looking toward Brooklin
Its the first month of Summer; at the final miles of a long ride the bridge takes form out of the dark. Ahead, lies the entrance into our Brigadoon. A reverse tide surges white capped and ...
On the subject of wings
Last night I dreamt of wings...
I am creating a show; a found space, actor created work that I was asked to lead. I ask for volunteers from the community who are willing to work organically. ...