Story in Progress
This is a story I’ve been working on for years. I’ve told bits and pieces of it in various forms, and for a long time had the story end with the Wild Bill encounter. It never landed with audiences because…
2014 Artist Residency at Elsewhere Museum
I was fortunate enough to have been chosen for a two week artist residency at Elsewhere, a living museum in Greensboro, NC. My friend Andy Sturdevant told me about Elsewhere – three stories of a former thrift store where artists…
Banned for life
In September 2013, four days after I moved to Minneapolis, I put my name in the hat at The Moth StorySLAM in St. Paul. They pulled nine out of ten names and none of them were mine. Finally, the last…
Going first at The Moth GrandSLAM
The piece of paper that I pulled out of The Moth bag had a squiggly number 1 and a sad face drawn on it. I suggested to the producers that drawing a smiley face might change people’s minds about going…
The Moth GrandSLAM
So one of my life goals has been achieved: telling a story in a Moth GrandSLAM. I qualified by winning a Twin Cities Moth story slam back in September. The theme is Fish out of Water, which is basically the…
Let Me Count the Ways
WOAH. Sometimes I need to take inventory of what’s up because it’s easy for me to feel like I’m not doing enough. Since I moved to Minneapolis, I’ve been constantly stimulated with writing and art and incredibly talented people. An…
Watch me tell stories
By Summer Pierre. February is a big one. I’ll be performing in three storytelling events. Saturday, February 15th: Cheap Theatre at the Black Forest Inn on the theme NOISE. 1 East 26th Street, Minneapolis, MN. 7:30pm. $10. Saturday, February 22nd:…
I was trying to describe you to someone
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Paper Arts
I always liked drawing but never thought I was any good at it. I think a lot of kids have that moment when they become aware that there are people who are “good” at things and people who are…
Lost in Space!
My friends in high school used to make fun of me because I was always staring at the moon. We’d be walking around at night and I’d stop in my tracks and stare. If you stare long enough, the fuzzy…
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