The stories we tell matter.
A piece of art hangs on the wall. Visitors stand in front of it to look. They crane their heads to the side. They climb a ladder. They walk to the back of the theatre. They hang upside down. They… Read morePlay a Day: Perspective
The stage is dark. From the void, a voice calls, “Hello?” “Hello?” No answer.
This is a piece I wrote in August of 2013. “It’s my BIRTH-day!” was all I could think, lying there in the (thankfully) cotton open-front robe waiting for the male gynecologist to come in for my exam. As a queer… Read moreSummer’s End
This is the transcript of a piece I originally performed in June of 2015 at Greetings from Queer Mountain, an open mic night in Austin. I have a Master’s degree in Performance Studies. That’s why I came to Texas. I… Read moreIn Between
Sometimes Life is Taking yourself on a date Duct tape on your flip flop Summer sweat between your thighs The trash can wait You don’t have to
A woman sits alone at a crossroads, eating an apple. She stands, trying to see down each path in the hopes the way forward will become clear. She pulls out a map, but it ends at the crossroads and is… Read morePlay a Day: The Way Forward
A bedroom, which looks like it’s been hit by a tornado. Papers, clothes, and books are scattered everywhere, in piles up to mid-calf height. A woman stands in the middle of the room, trying to decide where to begin.