Welcome to My World
(Lights up. A modest kitchen with yellow cabinets, white walls, a fridge, a stove, and a sink with a window above it. Yellow and white curtains frame the window, and there’s an island in the middle of the stage with two bar stools. Various nick-knacks make this a well-lived in area. A large, plain box … Continue reading Bombs Away: a Play in One Act
My precocious dog meanders Down in the myleio She hops and plops and ganders At all the dumps of snow Her fur is long and panders To the children down below My loblolly dog is barking Between the night and day Her leash is made of sparks As she does her best to … Continue reading A Made-Up Poem about a Dog
In all walks of life, we guzzle Oh, how we love to sit and guzzle As babes at our mother’s breast We’d take her milk and guzzle As children playing with the rest We’d offer juice and guzzle As adults in our Sunday best We’d fill our glass and guzzle Our … Continue reading The Ghazal about Guzzling
(LIGHTS UP. The scene is in a rectangular room with beige walls and wooden floors. There's a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling that looks somewhat out of place, a door to the left that leads outside, and an archway to the right that leads to the rest of the house. In the center of … Continue reading Mom’s Rocking Chair: A Play
I never asked to be filled with strawTo stand for hours in a barren fieldArms outstretched to the crowsAs they caw laughter I never asked to be remadeWith nothing left insideBut this bleeding heartWrapped in a flannel shirt I only wanted to learnTo talk with those above meAnd gain their wisdomOn what it means to be human But … Continue reading The Scarecrow’s Lament
Another day has dawned. My clock reads "6:45", but no one's changed it in months, so there's no telling what the actual time is. All I know is that I can see sunlight peeking in through the window above the sink. I like that window. It's directly across from me and is my only glimpse … Continue reading The Microwave
++++The next morning found Catori and Kane in the small dining room off the main lobby of the hotel. Jeremy, who was still on shift, brought them coffee and cold bagels as they outlined their plan. ++++"Our old training facility is below a field in rural Oklahoma, just outside of Tulsa. If we leave tonight, … Continue reading Catori: Part 3 (END)
