


Marked Bodies
Marked Bodies Every time I close my eyes to descend down into my shaman’s hole, I see that tree in the back yard with its gnarled roots protruding from the dirt and the soil. I remember the climb, and I remember the crash down. The first time I fall is an accident,...
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Dungeon As Heterotopia
Dungeon As Heterotopia Our theater set is a covert basement in a mid-town high-rise. From the street, nothing, another awning with another number on another street. Its anonymity boasts its appeal. At the end of the winding staircase, hundreds, no thousands, perhaps...