HUMANITY
DOS WORLDS,
Drama 2018
A story of rejection in search for transcendent unity.
Premiered, 2018, Trinity Church, NYC
Ayana Workman- Blue
Mary Chang - Voice
Anthony Pearlman - the blind pianist
Reggie Workman - music (Bass, percussion)
Maya Milenovic Workman - writer, director
OPHELIA’S OCEAN,
Drama 2025
Premiered January 2025, Trinity Church, NYC
Ayana Workman - Samantha,/Ophelia
Jakeem Powell - Robert/Hamlet
Justin Hofstad - Nick/Claudius
Nicole Spinnler - Beatrice/Gertrude
Reggie Workman - Bass, composer
Hanna Innui - piano
Elijah Thomas - flute
Tim Angulo - drums
Maya Milenovic Workman - writer, director
In 2080 LOVE is lost, years after the murder of Joseph. Ophelia "visits'" a new life.
Drama on film, 2021
There is a river in between you and them.
2020, Maya MW and Reggie Workman's collaboration.
Exchange of power that underlines corroded tradition which disables future.
MEDEA IN A NEW
Drama 2026-2027
A Poem that only you know
Sudden time turns the land
Against a dysfunctional palate of colors
The door left behind cannot close
Yet no one can escape out or in or out
What replaces a need to
hate. Silence?
They, who are we, start eternal spin
They dance
Slice throats
Confined by us
Who are, and never before
I am
I race
down
the avenue
Their greed or revenge
Is not me
Again, or never
I against everyone
The emotional rape of every land is
Tempered with making love to grass
The green becames red
Transparent walls turn up north
They can’t be found
Because God is north
And God is south.
How could you, and I could not
SHE STANDS THERE
She stands there
Her finger touches my skin and it makes a deep line
The line spreads to sides...It oozes...Slowly...Where ever it can go
It disappears in yards and miles of moving stones, and fast galloping horses
Inside of the walls of solitude of one hundred years there are cracks reserved for ants
The dog by the wall is looking for hungry food
How close can it come?
You will never know why you laugh
Because you left before your time
On a train, in your new world, there wasn't me.
I used to indulge on being able to come close to people
But my name starts to escape me and I became nameless
How old
I was there
I'm sure I was there
I was breathing...was that enough?
My breaths are shallow, and I know that you hate that
You are afraid, that I'm going to die early
I learned to live beside shallowness
I'm drunk from loving that shallow air
We know that the melting emotion
Is born next day. With that the body crumbles again.