Crankie
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
This city is being made and headed for - from this town that has been arguing with me, it will get something.
We Balconies will continue to sing our endless songs, our revolutionary shouts and pings: “Other worlds are possible even in impossible times!”
The play begins / The play does not begin.
It’s an experiment in placing the private in public, says the director—a device HE will learn to use well in the many years to come.
"In Teheran I can drive until the foot of the mountain
Welcome to my gloss.
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
I’m standing in a queue waiting to get into my own show.