LOGINI looked at her, and she smiled proudly, so incredibly proud. The same smile she used to give me after every recital and after every tiny childhood performance where I forgot half the choreography and made the rest up. Tears threatened unexpectedly. I swallowed them back. Tonight wasn't for crying,
A stage assistant glanced at me, "What?" I forced a smile, "Nothing." But it wasn't nothing because people didn't hand away pieces of their mothers. They didn't give away things that mattered, not unless it meant something. And if it meant something... Then disappearing immediately afterward fel
The way a daughter reaches for her mother, the way a child reaches for home, the way you reach for someone you love even when you know they cannot stay forever. My fingers stretched toward the darkness above and for one impossible second... I could almost see her, not sick, not in a wheelchair, ju
A series of movements designed for two dancers. I performed both sides alone, one side reached, the other should have answered, but nobody did. One side loved. The other remained silent. The music began building toward the ending. This was where I was supposed to collapse, this is where the third
I reached forward, my hand stopped. I tried again, stopped again like glass stood between me and everything I wanted. The orchestra swelled, the pressure grew. I moved across the stage, but never in a straight line. Something always forced me backward, sideways, away. I knew exactly what it repres
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The stage was dark, not completely but just enough light to reveal the outline of a small wooden chair sitting alone in the center. The music hadn't started yet, he audience was silent and I know that there were thousands of people, watching and waiting. I stood motionless in the







