Hi, my name is Elan Zafir and I’ve been an actor for over 20 years.
I just turned forty, and I live in DC (coming up on three years), and I was brought here because I attended the Shakespeare Theatre Company’s Academy for Classical Acting—where I got my MFA. I’ve been working steadily Continue reading Proposal to Cincinatti Fringe
You always hear people say “create the world you want to live in.” I don’t know much about carpentry, wood-work, geometry of structures, but I do know about fire.
I was a block away when the second tower of the World Trade Center came down. After running full speed for what seemed like an hour: I stopped moving, and realized I was now on the West Side Highway. I was on the street; I remember thinking “where are all the cars?” The highway was bare. No cars. Just people.
When the first tower fell I was already bruised fruit. I didn’t have radio, internet, any way of understanding what the outside world already knew: America was under attack. I walked back toward my apartment, where I saw a car get towed just an hour and a half earlier; while tower #2 was still on fire. The tow truck man watched the building burn as he loaded the offending car onto his truck.
Continue reading A perfect world
I would seriously consider taking you Costa Rica.
Man is that place beautiful.
Do you like cards?
Do you enjoy coffee?
Then Costa Rica is the place for you.
We can hike to the Devil’s Mouth
Which lies at the outskirts of Monteverde.
We’d sit at the edge of the mountain
Watching clouds run their
Fingers on the cliff.
What about you and me
Kicking it in Monteverde?
Your hat Continue reading stay in the room
In case we don’t get the chance to talk.
I could open the door to your apartment
(I’m imagining a buzzer type of system)
You buzz me in
I come upstairs
You open the door
(Or, it’s already slightly open
And you’re half in half out)
You receive the food
We talk briefly at the door
I hand you the plastic bag
You turn around
I turn around.
Or… Continue reading Attached to Tupperware
It’s not hard to care for someone.
I do it for my cat, son, wife, friends.
I hope when I become ill, as will happen,
Someone will care for me.
I wish I was understood.
I wish Continue reading here’s where it gets
I saw a piece of your hair in the sink today.
I thought I’d wipe it away:
Pinch it in my fingers
Let the water run
Washing it down the drain;
Which got me really sad—
In the end
I left it where it was.
I wish I could be your best friend.
I’d ask questions, and let you talk about yourself…
You’d tell that story
About your seven siblings
Fighting for food;
How one threw the fork,
And it stuck in the forehead
If I were a painter Continue reading Writing in the Rain