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…our lives flowed together then… 

Knowing each other from our early days in an earlier Seattle sharing the same river valley in a community of performance, poetry, publishing.  Working on creative projects together.

…flowing apart for several years...

Annie's through multivoiced live performance, videopoems, a bookstore, motherhood, media production, cancer, and commercial script supervision.  All the while writing. Writing.

    My broken, start stop turn turn again thirty year arc of rummaging around the typed and spoken word in all forms, leaving a miscellany of tracks on the edge of things.  Dipping in and out in a dogged follow I can’t help but explore.  Always and again companion words call me back to life.

…and flowing…

Meg’s spiraling spun through the distillation of lines, taking wing in screenplays, and performative text, visual poetics and a reclaiming of movement.  All the while writing. Working.

All the while threading. Weaving.

Arriving at the threshold, I made the leap....liberating the interior, the core poetic concerns of my artistic practice: poetics, the performative, and the paradox of the ephemeral and the recorded.

…and flowing through the same riparian banks again….

We come back together over Meg's MFA portfolio, Mapping the Trembling Paradox of Essence. The fire tracking its pages illuminates our recognition of one another, again, as tandem striders.  The rare in that.  We seize the chance, begin meeting to walk the lake. Over seasons we have wide ranging dialogues, a tributary of which coalesces into Annie's writing this script, Acts of Witness script. One early sunny morning on a park bench Meg expresses interest in directing/conducting.  We commit to producing.  A piece of which is this now, this.