Signature Theater, NYC, February-March 2000. I've been saying words in my head to see if word spirits would come, like move in, like to join other words that were there. If they would do that then, to see if they would come in to form a poem. I think that's how poems get written. Words fall in space.
Letters travel through the air.
A young woman dances as if her very soul depended on it for life, for survival. Two young men circle her in a dance of infatuation, love, and yearning. A brother haunts his sister from Cuba with letters that will not bend to her will. An hour in length the play seemed slight, tender, and whimsical against the bleak New York winter light. However, its seeming slightness did not betray its wisdom and grace, which accumulated over the play's duration to produce an almost overwhelmingly emotional feeling in the audience.