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She has written in Washington DC, Wyoming, Georgia, Virginia, and Nepal. Sarah Helms (Poetry) often writes on themes around landscape, grief, and the body. Understanding the power of storytelling in all forms, she is eager to continue growing and is blessed by the opportunity to do so at UCR! Para Dios todo es posible. There she also performed in several productions: "Rosencrantz And Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard, "Twelfth Night" by Shakeaspeare, and "Lost in Yonkers" by Neil Simon, among others. Esther is a recent Bachelor's in Fine Arts recipient from Oral Roberts University (Tulsa, Oklahoma). Esther has written and directed two of her own one-act plays "On Behalf of them, Thank you" and “Lolo”, presented as part of the Arts and Philosophy Department of Miami Dade College.

With Prometeo she has performed in: “Electra” a Rasa boxes adaptation by Fernando Calzadilla, “The Conduct of Life” written by Maria Irene Fornes and Directed by Joann Yarrow for the International Hispanic Theatre Festival in Miami, as well as several staged readings done as part of the Miami Book Fair International under the direction of Beatriz Rizk. Her career path continued with Teatro Prometeo’s Acting Conservatory in Theatre Arts at Miami Dade College (Miami, Florida).

Riverside is now where he resides but the theatre is his home.Įsther Gatica (Playwriting) was born and raised in San Pedro Sula, Honduras Her formal theatre studies began at CC-Artes (Honduras). A return to school found him sailing and surfing in the frigid Santa Cruz waters while his play What in the World? had its debut on the university stage. It has picked itself off the floor and its ink has yet to run dry. Then he put the pen down for a long spell. They kissed and cried and sat in uncomfortable positions longer than he cared for but there was enough poetry and music to cleanse them all. As he came upon his twentieth year he was thrust into the midst of a bunch of degenerate Beat writers. His seventeenth summer was spent with Shakespeare not far from where Marlowe met his fate like Caesar but at the hands of a single brute. Nicholas Domich (Playwriting): The man strode across the stage to the podium and spoke into the mic, “Seen my lady home las’ night,/Jump back, honey, jump back./Hel’ huh han’ an’ sque’z it tight,/Jump back, honey, jump back.” The boy in the audience was ten years old.
