Exhausted slumber, in deepest Lamentation, enveloped by my own skin, Blood Memory of her seeps in
Dancestry transforms as art knocks at my door I am reminded by her spirited moves that, Every Soul is a Circus
Life cycles in contractions and slow releases of breath
Beaming clavicles reach up to behold morning's sunrise
As golden rays tirelessly leap upon the stage of a brand new season, Appalachian Spring
Rescued by the graceful universe of contemporary dance
An ode to Martha Graham, her book , "Blood Memory" and choreographed dances, "Lamentation" "Every Soul is a Circus"and "Appalachian Spring" With hopes to see Martha Graham Dance Company perform again in NYC