Author: Talia Shiroma

Ka Baird stalks the stage like a phantom: hungry, unsettled, irrepressible. Wielding a microphone and sometimes a flute, they sway and swing at the air, moving with the zeal of a mind possessed. Each gesture accompanies a wave of noise—rattles and thuds that skitter like marbles. They spit, expire, and hiss into the mic, scrape…