Nobody Sees Hamlet
The audience files into the theater. Lights fade out, chatting subsides. Lights up. a figure enters from stage left. They […]
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Crankie
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
Lengua materna / Mother tongue
I do not imagine a theater, because I live theater, breathe it in and out; I dream it. But, if I had to imagine a theater, then I'd like to imagine that the languages that have been forgotten, which are still spoken in many parts of the world, would be part of this new playwriting.
feast
It is raw, it is real, it is happening with you in the room and can only be experienced in the “here and now.” It is open to a multiplicity of heres and nows depending on the realities, perceptions, localities... of those present.
Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
Pneuma: Queer Telling : Gloss 1
They will surely become aware of the powers inherent in other generations, that the children and the elderly possess the wisdom of resurrection in our time.
Future Perfect
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.
A Reproduction (all the ghosts were children)
like where did every like body go?
Implicit Monuments
Signs of violence are everywhere. Personal belongings, clothing, shoes, boxes, handbags, papers are scattered everywhere.
Redactions #9: A Fragile Thing
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.