Echoes In The First Person

A child gifted a bicycle. A racer banned from the track. A champion who outran hatred, exhaustion, and history itself.This first-person monologue traces the arc of a forgotten pioneer—raised between two worlds, propelled by grace and grit, and tested in ways few could endure. From childhood wonder to six-day endurance trials, from whispered prayers to public triumphs, this is a story of motion: physical, emotional, ancestral.Set against ambient textures and subtle strings, the voice invites

A knock at the door. A silence too long. A memory that refuses to fade.This Thursday Thread picks up where the vigil left off—tracing the breath between survival and surrender, between what was lost and what still lingers. It follows the healer’s path beyond prairie and petition, into the quiet rooms where history was rewritten not with fanfare, but with presence.Here, we listen for the echoes that remain: in the rustle of paper, the hush of snow, the whispered names of those never counted. This is

A bedside vigil. A breath withheld. A doctor who never came. This Monday monologue traces the journey of a healer whose life began in silence and injustice—but whose footsteps echoed across 450 miles of prairie, carrying medicine, memory, and the weight of a people’s survival.From a childhood shaped by grief and resilience to a legacy built on horseback and handwritten letters to Congress, this voice speaks not only of healing bodies—but of stitching together a severed history. Through wind, snow,

In this Thursday Thread from Echoes in the First Person, the curtain lifts—but not for applause. The voice that once echoed unnamed now steps forward, revealing a life lived in the margins and a legacy that refuses silence.Part 2 completes our two-part meditation on Black performance, historical memory, and the quiet defiance of first-person testimony. Where Monday’s Monologue lingered in anonymity, Thursday’s Thread offers revelation—not as spectacle, but as reclamation.Through restrained sound

In this debut Monday Monologue from Echoes in the First Person, a performer steps into history’s blind spot. Their voice—unclaimed, unnamed—echoes through minimalist sound design and poetic storytelling, revealing a legacy shaped by erasure and resilience.Curtain Without Applause is a sonic meditation on Black performance, historical memory, and the quiet power of first-person narrative. The speaker’s identity remains unrevealed until Thursday’s Thread, allowing listeners to dwell in the tension

Before the First Echo is the prologue to Echoes in the First Person, a weekly narrative podcast that reimagines legacy through poetic monologue and cinematic sound. In this brief opening, creator Michael shares the heartbeat behind the project: why it exists, what listeners can expect, and how each episode invites reflection, empathy, and reclamation. Each Monday, a first-person performance draws listeners into the inner world of a historical figure—without revealing their name. Through restr...