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Left - Kayva Yang

What senses come up when tracing the island in its small size, before the waste landfill, before the military operations, before the prison complex, before energy extraction? What gestures come up when remembering the gardeners who tended to the land from inside of the prison building? What rest begets renewal? A letter the dancer wrote to the island and words of Indigenous artist Nancy Deleary were materials meaningful to making the improvisation.

Right - Stacy Lynn Smith

a heart-opening, ripping 

feeling the confines of space

holding space

for Kalief Browder

beautiful bright young light 

you never should have known Rikers

an innocent boy’s innocence, ripped

my heart holds you always 

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