SOUP

" & 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, a protest, a long picket line.