This month marked one year since Trisha Brown's passing. Ian Spencer Bell writes a poem that is also a memory and a celebration.
- Tess Dworman and Amelia Bande, editors
In Chinatown I thought of you
while teaching children how to hop,
run, hold hands, stay in line—
to leap. On the way home
to evening rehearsal
snow collected in corners
of streets, and red and orange lanterns
stories high shook,
and a man on Pike arranged fruit
in stacks and rows.
Photo: Trisha Brown's Astral Convertible. Photo by: Lois Greenfield.