HUMANITY as I once met

 

DOS WORLDS, the play, 2018

Heartbeat becomes even when I hold her tight…

A story of rejection in search for transcendent unity.

Premiered, 2018, Trinity Church, NYC

Ayana Workman- Blue

Mary Chang - Voice

Anthony Pearlman - the blind pianist

Reggie Workman - music (Bass, percussion)


OPHELIA’S OCEAN,

a play on film, 2021

There is a river in between you and them.

2020, for Maya M Workman and Reggie Workman's collaboration.

Exchange of power that underlines corroded tradition and muds that future.

MEDEA IN A NEW

a play for 10 women

A Poem that only you know

Sudden time turns the land
Against a dysfunctional palate of colors
The door left behind cannot close
Yet no one can escape out or in or out
What replaces a need to
hate. Silence?
They, who are we, start eternal spin
They dance
Slice throats
Confined by us

Who are, and never before

I am

I race

down
the avenue

 Their greed or revenge

Is not me

Again, or never
I against everyone
The emotional rape of every land is
Tempered with making love to grass

The green becames red
Transparent walls turn up north
They can’t be found
Because God is north
And God is south.

How could you, and I could not

 

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SHE STANDS THERE

She stands there
Her finger touches my skin and it makes a deep line
The line spreads to sides...It oozes...Slowly...Where ever it can go
It disappears in yards and miles of moving stones, and fast galloping horses
Inside of the walls of solitude of one hundred years there are cracks reserved for ants
The dog by the wall is looking for hungry food
How close can it come?
You will never know why you laugh
Because you left before your time
On a train, in your new world, there wasn't me.
I used to indulge on being able to come close to people
But my name starts to escape me and I became nameless
How old
I was there
I'm sure I was there
I was breathing...was that enough?
My breaths are shallow, and I know that you hate that
You are afraid, that I'm going to die early
I learned to live beside shallowness
I'm drunk from loving that shallow air
We know that the melting emotion
Is born next day. With that the body crumbles again.