“People Planes”

Three voices. Three eras. Three winters. This intermission takes you on a quiet journey across seven centuries. From a medieval lament, to a wandering German poet in the seventeenth century, to an American winter in the 1800s. Each poem notices winter in its own way, but all three remind us that p…

When I was younger, I stayed in houses where “goodnight” meant everything. After long summer days, lightsaber fights, street games of capture-the-flag, biking to the pool, sleepovers, blockbuster runs, running wild with neighborhood kids — a parent would click the light and say it softly. Not “I lo…

There’s a town nearly gone now. It’s pond dry. Its seasons confused. Its memories scattered in strange little objects left behind. At the rim of the dry pond sits a small figure who feels something familiar returning as a storm gathers in the distance. A pull toward a life it can almost remember. …