Maybe The reason I have never gotten a tattoo Is a hold-over From my days as an actress. The desire To be a blank slate. Inhabiting the skin of another on a whim Without any brands to give me away. Who’s to say who I am? I could be anyone. Anywhere. Anytime. Never wanting to […]
Play a Day: Catnap
A woman reclines in a chair working. A cat jumps onto her chest, curls up in a ball, and falls asleep. The woman starts petting the cat until she, too, nods off.
Play a Day: Waiting
A woman sits next to an old rotary phone, waiting for it to ring. After a while, she picks it up to check for a dial tone. She keeps waiting.
Play a Day: Ups and Downs
The stage is filled with staircases. Someone walks up and down, up and down, and down and down and down…. some of the stairs go below the stage itself, and some high above the proscenium. Someone walks in circles up and down, down and up, trying to find a place to rest.
Play a Day: Share the Load
A woman walks down a path, burdened by luggage. Someone else comes along carrying a much lighter load. They take half of the woman’s load despite her protests to the contrary, and both continue along the way at a much faster pace.
Play a Day: Perspective
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 close their eyes and run their hands across the canvas. They sit cross-legged on the […]
Play a Day: Can Anybody Hear Me?
The stage is dark. From the void, a voice calls, “Hello?” “Hello?” No answer.
Play a Day: Sometimes
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
Play a Day: The Way Forward
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 of no use. A crow lands on the signpost, cawing.
Play a Day: Picking Up the Pieces
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.