It’s unknown and amiss,A door without handles or box with no lid.Dim starless nightsand dire clouded days.Bleak skies over barren seas. We can right the wrongs,redress the irregular. Minute long nights. Our thoughts entwined, willow branches along lush banks.Our bodies entangled,inextricable balls of yarn. Our cascading veins,wildfire through wilted woods.Our senses submerged,surging rivers ove...

Am I theSerpentSlowly driftingBetween the legsOf unwittingFoolsVenom drippingDown my lipsNumbNever havingSunk these fangsInto anything butMy ownCheeksStop talkingParalyzedAm I theReptileWho mistookMy legs forImaginary wingsFigments ofMy mindWith no clue thatI am notBrokenJust forgetfulJust forgetfulForgetfulCannot forgetCannot lieTalented at ignoringMy own transparencyFingers splayedIn the wind...

(a)partWhen choreographer Nathalie Matychak was commissioned to choreograph a new work for 20 seniors for her alma mater (LaGuardia High School)'s 2020 Graduation Dance Concert -- she didn't expect it to be over Zoom.  Created during the spring of 2020, "(a)part" is a dance film that encapsulates the tension and fragility of the early months of lockdown and highlights each young dancer as they...

The Conversations I Wish We Had  You’re driving up the hill  You stop by me  Pull down the window and I say “Hey you” You smile shyly like you always have and offer to drive me You’re going that way anyway We make small talk in the car  Feeling all so grown up As though a lifetime has passed Since we vowed to share that time.