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Lengua materna / Mother tongue

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I do not imagine a theater, because I live theater, breathe it in and out; I dream it. But, if I had to imagine a theater, then I'd like to imagine that the languages that have been forgotten, which are still spoken in many parts of the world, would be part of this new playwriting.

Pneuma: Queer Telling

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Dangling in mid-air like a thrust-out tongue, an oval-shaped rocky surface extends from the mouth of a cave to form a rough-hewn apron stage in the middle of a mountain.

Shelter : Gloss

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Jacob – for that is the name given to him although he does not know it any longer – stands […]

Shelter

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When you leave you leave the windows open and the doors  and because the house sits by the sea      by first light a film of sand gilds the floorboards and the kitchen chairs