I become the inside of my palm when we dance,
It’s warmer there.
I can jump back around and look through the eyes,
Keeping distance and time,
I can be normal.
“Your name,” I’ll ask.
“Rose,” you’ll say,
How long?” I’ll ask.
“Four months, today!”
But the conversation dwelling while my concentration drowning on,
Imagine meeting you at a Tango Parade.
But all I am is salsa, Continue reading I become the inside of my palm→
One of my plays with the above named title has been accepted into the Primary Stages “Detention #8” ten-minute play festival.
The play will open (and close) on Friday November 4th with performances at 7pm, and 10pm.
Also, I just finished another ten-minute play called Exchange Students, that is looking for a home. So if your Continue reading The Tiger and Shaza Show→
I walk into this coffee shop and beneath this small framed picture of something to do with bicycle racing lies a picture of my four year old sons drawing of a monkey bar playground.
I walk in, order coffee, point and say Continue reading The Glass Shop→