" & when i ask God if he speaks our language, he turns to a flock of butterflies - swarm of fuchsia, pink, slightly blood-orange- & cries at our feet. " Through the vortex of the Black sitcom, the soap opera, nostalgia, and fire, comes SOUP. These poems, images, choreopoems, and plays seek to find the light- 'Wherever it is. Whatever it is, ' says THE FARMER. On the set of 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, ' there's a live studio audience,...
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