PART TWO "5 minutes to the end of Act 1, 5 minutes to the end of Act 1. Thats places for chorus, Childrens' Chorus, and Supers. Places for Chorus, Childrens' Chorus, and Supers. 5 minutes to the end of Act 1." We hear Mary Yankee Peters call over the intercom. The scrape of chairs and laughter at how stifling it is fill the air. We smile and encourage each other on, dirty jokes and friendly "pats" not withstanding. As we all file in to the main hallway and onstage, the Supers and Childrens' Chorus swarm up from the basement creating a melding of people, all dressed and ready for Christmas Eve in Paris 1800-and-something. I slip out to onstage, since my shopping basket is sitting out on the prop table for me. The children are lined up right in font of the door, just in between the prop table and where a very large piece of set will go during the scene change. I walk around their double line, and meet Ned, the Prop Master on the other side of the tabl...
One morning, natural as the air she unfolded the limbs that threaded through velvet lowlands under a hush crying moon. Arms that once wrung soured water into careless dirt lifted themselves brown in the white heat of noon. She swelled her shoulders narrowed by half shade tenement cells and from a cavern that drank a million suns, a voice that roamed all the Gehennas of earth and spirit rode out on a sweet wind and she was singing. ~Maxine Clair