As 2015 draws to a close, I’m confronted with the fact that I have no idea what the next four months of my life are going to look like. I am looking for internship opportunities in town, and if I can get paid to do drama therapy, the other work I’m doing right now might […]
A blackbox theatre stage. It is empty, save for an easel center stage. On the easel is a posterboard sign with the words, “Out enjoying life, try back tomorrow” written in black sharpie.
This piece was originally performed at Greetings, from Queer Mountain, an open mic night in Austin, Texas, in August 2015. We don’t always finish what we start. Society tells us that quitters never win, but sometimes what we almost do or almost become can define us as much as anything else in life. Sometimes, the […]
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.
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.
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 […]
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 of no use. A crow lands on the signpost, cawing.
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.
Two signposts. One, stage right, says “Here.” Another, center stage, says “There.” A woman stands at the first signpost. No matter how many steps forward she takes, she never gets any closer to the second signpost.