I would have really benefitted from a writers room. I kept writing my buttons then reading them aloud and looking around my kitchen table for repsonses.

Of course I was alone.
I was attempting to find some sort of smarmy “Thanks, 1%” kind of attitude-not sure if that transfers. Continue reading Occupy Wall Street Buttons →

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,
1,2,3, fade.
1,2,3, fade.
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 →