Women tell their stories in a cascade of intensity.

In the glow of a dimly lit stage, Rhodessa Jones erupts. Each movement of her body is distinct, decisive, crisp; it's wisdom in motion, from the gestures of her arms to the way she wipes down the lone prop, a chair underneath a spotlight, left of center stage. An ominous piano track emerges from backstage, as Jones' character - a former prison inmate - dwells on the troubles of post-prison life. And then, on a whim, Jones breaks character, strutting to center stage with a sheepish grin. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]