Beneath their last sunset, two Miccosukee/Seminole brothers talk about cricket frogs, their mother's hum, and the other things they'll miss. Montana Cypress' haunting short play is a reminder of the immeasurable cruelty of white colonization and the many bodies it left in its destructive wake. There is an open and boyish sweetness between the two brothers that will make you smile, but make no mistake: your core should be rattled by this piece. You should weep. You should rage. Many things have prevailed, but you should never forget the cost. Wonderful work, Mr. Cypress.
Beneath their last sunset, two Miccosukee/Seminole brothers talk about cricket frogs, their mother's hum, and the other things they'll miss. Montana Cypress' haunting short play is a reminder of the immeasurable cruelty of white colonization and the many bodies it left in its destructive wake. There is an open and boyish sweetness between the two brothers that will make you smile, but make no mistake: your core should be rattled by this piece. You should weep. You should rage. Many things have prevailed, but you should never forget the cost. Wonderful work, Mr. Cypress.