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New Works & World Traditions

Fall 2017 - Present

<The DNA Café>

Dance Company Member
Set Design Assistant w. Renée Surprenant
Projection Works by Nico Page and Anthony Marcus
Produced by Michelle Bach-Coulibaly

Text by NWWT Company-

My spiritual body is shoddy

It’s handmade

It’s ad hoc

It’s incomplete

And it’s flimsy

But it has weathered storms

It has carried life

It has given life

Thoughts burst 

I center on spindly,
the skin: its volcano emergence:
obsidian nape from violent chords running back— wards of words spiraled.

Words and sentences try to wrap them

Taking it all in and pushing it all out again

Before I was Shedding Bark I was a tree

Present a skin-

or maybe just a pile of dry leaves.

Laying over soft wet soil,

touching without concern.

Not a facade, but a lens

Not a cover, but a frame


The shield’s nemesis

Stretching and pulling at me

As if I am a marionette


Constantly unraveling

Revealing the core

Mutating into green, brown, and grey.

Moss mind -

I almost lost mine -


by its own Spindly fragility

When the trees shed,

do they change or would they become?



Called by bark:

The body.

to vessel,

to uterus,


You to Us

A rat knuckle

peeking out from shimmer-




I remember I was confused about the sun,

but night always followed.


I only trusted the sun to come back.

The one friend I never thought to miss.

It started to make sense, or maybe not.

What would be the difference

between bark and tree?

What was, what's left,

what is, what's next?

It's not death... Life?

The idea, is it? what about it?

There is something and,
there will be more.

Stay calm my friends.

Don't worry about being confused,

about being confused.

you Know me.

Set Design Construction

Photo Courtesy © Erin X. Smithers

Image Courtesy © Erin X. Smithers

<The Guest House>

The Seven Chakras-

Solar Plexus
Third Eye

make up seven acts to the piece

“This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival

A joy,
a depression,
a meanness

Some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows

Who violently sweep your house empty of all of its furniture.

Still treat each guest honorably

They may be cleaning you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in

Be grateful for whatever comes

Because each

has been sent as a guide from beyond...”