Writing

The House: Voiceover Tryptich

I am silent as I pull into the drive, the house coming into view from behind the trees as I turn the corner. The final corner after a long, long drive. I am silent, also, as I make my way up the little path to the old familiar door, and when I put the key into the lock, I see that my hand is shaking. I pause, I lean my head into the comfort of the solid, stable door. Then, turning the key, I let the old hinges swing the door open. Read more

Monologue from ‘Miseducated’

A bell rings. A teacher in a skirt, large Southern floral prints, and clunky, uncomfortable heels clink clacks in. [turn] Students fill in to their desk seats which are arranged all in rows facing the front of the room. Read more

‘On Progress’ With Professor Stewart Orwell Teric III

A podium with a decorative potted plant, a white board behind. Enter Professor Stewart-Orwell Teric III (it’s me in Young Vaping Academic drag, holding enormous book “Sociology of Philosophy”). Bowtie, snazzy jacket, etc.) Sorry, sorry class – just have to finish this text to Judy – and send – oh, to Judith Butler I mean… Read more

Watermelon

I met her in passing and passed by for months. It was a January when we first talked, or first listened at least. Us two hiding together in the bathroom because we’d only paid for 4 in the hotel; there’s a picture marking our first day of friendship. Read more