A man wakes to a brilliant twinkling light. He stares ahead at nothing, inhales and then adjusts his car seat in its upright ...   Wed May 9th, 2012 10:18 pm

Now nearer the autumnal equinox She held it to my ear, my hands engulfed in hers, “it’s ...   Wed Apr 4th, 2012 10:28 am

why we tell our children cupping a seashell you can still hear the ocean…   ...   Mon Apr 2nd, 2012 10:42 am

It was always so, wasting another afternoon near the window waiting for her to walk bye…   ...   Fri Oct 28th, 2011 07:16 am

Act one A motel room. Early a.m. Scene one: An exhale.  Ray unfixes himself from between Sophie’s legs.  She curls up ...   Thu Sep 29th, 2011 09:18 pm

there I was drinking tea my cup and saucer atop the paisley table cloth the cigarette inching closer between my fingers, the floor, and floating away into the ether   I think you need ...   Fri Sep 2nd, 2011 03:41 am

                  Cthonic A play in ...   Sat Nov 6th, 2010 11:00 pm

Yeah. Lots of fun. I was effortlessly engaged in the mystery. Great tension and you don't just clarify the mystery but deepen it. Well done, ...   Thu Aug 19th, 2010 09:37 pm

"On Boxing Day, my father performed his early morning ritual, a cup of tea, the BBC news and the winding of the clock.  ...   Thu Aug 19th, 2010 09:19 pm

John, Just wanted to say, I love the opening.  Though, it feels like a misplaced novel instead of a play there are some exciting staging possibilities ...   Wed Aug 18th, 2010 04:09 am

  I think of him head down merchandise lain out the watches, chrome hubcaps, a copy ...   Thu Jun 25th, 2009 11:05 am

lovely poem, Timmy. tap me on the shoulder if you need anything. john ...   Wed May 13th, 2009 02:42 pm

before the swine wake Gergis Feris bends his neck, scratches the nape, thinks ...   Wed May 13th, 2009 02:37 pm

I'll read anything you suggest  and work from there ...   Sat Mar 22nd, 2008 05:14 am

I teach an eigth grade class at a school for autistic and emotionally disturbed children.  I'm looking for suggestions about plays to read in class.  ...   Fri Mar 21st, 2008 05:33 am

I expected a glance to turn into gazing, gazing into curiousity and then into experience. such a fine end this would have been to an ode on ...   Mon Feb 4th, 2008 03:00 pm

The day you die you dream of a room you’ve never been before maybe a British drawing room, portraits of people you don’t recognize, an empty fireplace, a glass dinner ...   Fri Jan 25th, 2008 05:45 am

Alan, I like the play as is but if you were committed to expanding it, then I wonder what it might feel like to let us ...   Sun Jul 8th, 2007 06:06 am

 in a white room in the east a boy undulates to the ticking of a clock he can’t read.   a line from a film escapes the lips of the boy caught by ...   Sat Mar 31st, 2007 05:24 am

  There she stood a step above the cobble stone street all in black, bare feet.   Peering out over the great wooden frame looming over her all of these years.   Still a hand clinching the faux ...   Wed Dec 20th, 2006 06:32 am

Hey Kal, Vivid images. I think the interesting challenge in this poem, if you were inclined to write another draft, would be to eliminate the setting ...   Fri Jun 30th, 2006 04:57 am

I think if Shel Silverstein were given the opportunity to write a poem about spam....email spam, he would've written this poem.   Well done, Edd.   j. ...   Sat Jun 17th, 2006 04:53 pm